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Solar taps and Bach


Out of the seething quicksand that rapidly sucked every object along the concentric circles, there arose something, just the tip of it was visible. We all, Mr. R, Mr. S, Ms.T and myself watched in amazement as the object grew bigger and bigger, the form of it now conceivable. As it dug out the mud itself and poured out, the pipe like object swivelled with a screeching sound of metal that we felt beneath our feet. The ground was shaking under the intense struggle between the heavy thick black viscous fluid the pipe contained and the ground that resisted the separation. Fumes rose up high in the air, the caustic ashes burned our nostrils, the reddened exteriors of the viscous pipe solidified as it fell on the ground with the tail growing behind it. After about two hours, the pool gradually died and the pipe still attached to the ground broke after it condensed in the air outside, the umbilical cord was shredded with tearful pools of concentric circles.

It was still not day time. Mr. S thought it was wise to leave the pipe there in the sun, but the others objected to this. It could be a totally new scientific discovery, since the time we were visited by the peoples of M72 and Gnortho planets. The day was overcast, towards the afternoon, sun slowly broke the covers and narrowly snuck a peek at the marvel before its very own eyes. At first, the pipe twitched where sun light struck; where there was a hole, as the sun shone upon it, the hole healed with amorphous melting of the body. But soon it hit us, it was not just the holes, but the whole pipe was melting and the ashen mud poured out of its two ends. I and Ms. T held the pipe at one end and dragged it towards the bungalow. There was shade under the portico, but the others thought it was essential for the transformation in the sun to happen, so they latched on to the other end and won’t let go.

Then it hit me, all I have to do is turn the sun light off, which was only possible from the main sub station; our town’s station was about a kilometre away from the place, so I told Ms. T about my plan and ran as hard as I can towards the sun tap station.on the way, I was confronted by the man in charge of the pyramidal scoops on the road. I begged him to turn it down, for I had to get to the station early, but he wont. In fact he cut loose a couple of rabid dogs after me, as I jumped aloft from the apex of one pyramid to the other, the dogs scrambled below, at the foot of the pyramids for pieces of honeyed dew that melted off the tips. Finally I got there in time.

Inside the room, all was gloomy. There was nobody, the hallway that led to the sun tap console was dimly lit. I pulled out the starched gown from the cupboard to put on, dragged the helmet onto my head and locked it tight. Stepping into the room, first thing I noticed was the music. Bach’s ‘Jesu, joys of man’s dressing’ poured out of the speakers hidden in the roof above. I searched madly for the console, but it was hidden in an apparition perhaps, for I was unable to think clearly. I tried to turn off the music. Couple of wires were dangling outside the wall opposite to the entrance. On one of them was written ‘eagle’, and the other ‘old’. I din’t know what to make out of that. I proceeded to look for the console. In one of the corners of the room, on the floor was a handle. I pulled it and the casket that contained the console flew out of the cabin following the trail of the handle. I turned it off

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Location: Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India

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