Re-shuttered
The season’s monsoon has drawn its close.
But after three years of typical tropical weather, my roof’s old bamboo blinds have fallen apart.
Pigeons nest in the roof terrace beams, and crows roost at night leaving the floor covered in their droppings.
Sebastian, my carpenter, is busy constructing much sturdier replacements blinds:
lengths of hardwood bound by nylon webbing.
My hope is that they might outlive me.
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Picture of Sebastian and his team taken on my roof terrace in Fort Cochin
Neither Use Nor Ornament 