G lee Threatens to spill and smother My lucid mind. Gay laughter. Knocks at the hollows of my eyes. Back and forth. Like a ping pong ball. A ppall is taken aback. The driver of the three- wheeler too. Government’s sluggish orders: Crunch down encroachers. And 24 carat investments. The driver’s sorrow. The backseat laughter. We shock each other. F ist against palm Giddy mirth. Disapproval stealthily spies. It’s Bond. The driver too. Through the looking glass. “Here wrongs are legitimate. Road blocks tiresome. This midday carnival is years too late.” T he conscience has a sermon. Laughter no conscience. “It is a grand spectacle. Popcorn crunches. Live action. Politicians as actors. Administrators too. And the makeup man. Cheese.” I say.