In Memoriam — Keki Daruwalla: A Tribute, by Mrinalini Harchandrai
Wit in appropriate measure, sarcasm at the right moment — Mrinalini Harchandrai…
Read more →Minor chords played while his hand struck her cheek, a brutal dance she always rejoined.
He took a swing at her
a whiskey-tinged record flew
in circles, Benny Goodman tom-tommed
in encouragement
like a Tom and Jerry scene
with hammer and chase.
Minor chords blinded his heart
he played her cheek
as the alto sax drew blood
over jazz standard strokes
teardrops fell on the deaf ears
of a self-obsessed clarinet.
The tenor of those evenings
we recorded in our gut
punch, thump, shake
rattled, she’d run into the street
but returned like the jitterbug
chorus, Sing, Sing, Sing
and he played that song over
and over.