Doctor saab...

The three storied mansion
Stood like a three dimensional magic
Straight from some archive...
Of history...
pushed from two sides
With serious force...
By two glitzy towers
With glass facades held by steely pipes...
And moving escalators...
In them like bubbles round
Going up and down
With people and avant grade items
On display...
Machines that could make rotis and paranthas...
And run blue ray discs with perfect
Sound effects...
And hand held gadgets that could shrink
Time and space...
And the three storied building
So ancient...a misfit
Stood betwixt them
Vying for space...

The basement of the mansion
Had dust and cobwebs...
And a 1908 Ford T
With a bonnet huge and wheels
With spokes like that of a cycle but sealed to decay...

Second floor had a wide lounge...
With chairs made of burmese teak
Dark dark brown...

And the chamber of the doctor...
A huge mahogany table
Littered with papers...journals and medical books...
And a chair that screeched a noise
Everytime the doctor sat on it
Or tried to get up...

The third floor had a bathroom
three bedrooms and a kitchen
And a drawing room...
Only one bedroom is used...
The other two are under lock and key...

'you live alone here? Doctor saab? '
'not really...'
The doctor answered with his usual sense of wit...
Pulling the strings of his pants...
His flowing garment soft milky white...
And then put on his pipe...
Which had no tobacco mix...
His eyes got to the white ceiling fixed...
And then ...
He murmured...
Within himself...
'I got a bed partner...
For sure...she comes...
Every night dutifully like an adulteress...
Peeping...
An anopheles...
But she does not bite...
She buzzes me to sleep...
Every night...'