The Art

[Act : The Art
Scene : n
Charachters: Me and Uriel]

Preface: It is an after rain Sunday Evening in Bangalore. I am waiting in a signal not sure whether to take a left turn or right turn or even to go straight...
I am just travelling because i dont
want to sit in a place.. little restless you see..!
There is a beggar standing in front of me trying to beg something thru the closed window of a black shiny car..
A cold strong breeze blows and i closed my eyes..and this makes me feel very very blissful
I opend my and eyes i saw the dirty clothes of the begger dancing in the wind like a torn dull fire..
The evening light , cold breeeze, the red brake lights reflecting on the wet roads and a beggar with flying beard and dancing clothes.. Wow ...very very artistical a very very photographic...
Wait..I hear a laughter behind my head
O.. No.. i hear a familiar laughter.

Me : Who is this?

Uriel: Its me.. ![from the pavilion]

Me : O Shit.. when did you sit here?

Uriel: Just now.. when you were thinking of the perfect artistical moment...

Me : It is perfect isnt it?[tryng to be authoritative]

Uriel: O... sure it is. a person struggling in the cold winds with torn clothes..wow..perfectly artistical.

Me : What?

Uriel: i mean it was a still of artfullness...

Me : [silence]

Uriel: How about having a little old er beggar with a small handicap? Will add more artistical value isnt it?

Me : [Silence]

Uriel: May be we can add some more diesel smoke..

Me : [I turned back to say something... but he is not there.. he has gone already.. i turned and the beggar is now standing in front of me ]