The unnamed character

Imagine a pink flamingo eating a large struggling fish on the lake outside your window. There's a couple over there, in an extended embrace, and you think it's seven O' clock in the morning-- you could be doing other things. But people are always like that, so you put on a white towel, close the curtains and go for a quick shower.

The shower lasts longer than your expectations-- where the fuck is the hot water getting here from anyway, the depths of mount Erebus?-- so you're somewhat pissed at the Universe when you put shorts on and turn to the BBC on tv.

Tires burning, police, women falling, protests, like always. It's seven in the morning, it is not the time for pay-per-view, you remind yourself, as you mindlessly turn channels. When did that stupid cartoon character--was it a duck(?)-- get its own fucking cooking show anyway. It's so weird for an actual-actual cartoon to teach other cartoons to cook. The debutante Indian actress has hit the ceiling with her first release, apparently, and she's not of the sexy persuasion. She must have something in her, or the director/producers wouldn't have slept with her to pick her. Hrithik Roshan's marriage is in the rocks, after he was seen hanging around with an almost-minor struggler. Woh meri behen jaisi hey, I'm offended by the accusations, and I will take all legal actions against the rumormongerers. Yeah, balooney, din mein bhaiya raat mein saiiyaan.

The newspaper has a full-frontpage ad-- real estate; feel like a king, live in your palace, etcetcetc. The AC gets too cold, so you turn it off and open the windows. Cuckoos and crickets and frogs are all resting their vocal chords for the day and the night-- you can hear the flamingos croaking, and splashing into water for fishes.

So she has been hanging around a lot with the asshole artist. She's naive-- the three boyfriends, and whatever you were didn't really teach her a lot-- and he's manipulative. You did try to stop them, down there in Anjuna beach and she seemed smitten. Smitten, yaar, fucking smitten. And you'd think California would've gotten in more sense into her.

Everyone else is at the lounge, getting their coffee, checking emails, comparing bargains, checking people out. It's raining. There's only one thing to do today-- get together in someone's room and play cards all day, and finish the smuggled scotch from London. There's too little time to do anything.

She wants to stay in Kathmandu. At least a couple of years yaar. You guys spent your lives there, maile mero ghar ni hernu payena, hajurama sanga time ni bitaunu paena. And there's s much potential you know, with such a rich culture, so much is unexplored. That's what she  keeps saying. If she'd agreed to take the part-time teaching job at the University, she would've made enough money to start her own little indie studio. Listen, hai. There's a lot of people who graduated hamro college bata who don't make thatmuch money full-time. And once you have something going on, and people working for you, you can spend the rest of your time doing whatever the fuckingshit you want to. She isn't the advice-taking kind. She wanted to do it now, and nothing would stop her.

Oii, sunn na,  you call the one with the big blue earrings, tyo hijo ko keta ko re, restaurant ko?

Ehh that? Drishya bhanne ho kere. Some kind of artist re... She's got his book.