JEEWAN RAMLUGUN
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By the bamboo fence
beside open fields,
part abandoned
part cultivated,
gatherings would happen
between dada Rassoul,
Munimjee uncle
and father, often
the latest release,
its plot, its cast
talked about
at length, with some
local politics thrown in,
and I could sense
the chance to visit
the picture house
father riding with me
there, I riding with him
back, in the intervals
tasty snacks enjoyed.
Stevenson Lane then
was alive, a haven.