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Confetti
Kitty party
S. Nihal Singh
Cigarettes, drinks
and food come
on a conveyor belt,
as it were.
In the haze,
well-endowed women,
appropriately jewelled ,
squat on the carpet.
It is a marathon
card game.
The hostess’ house
is turned upside down.
Women smoke and
drink and wager
a clerk’s monthly
salary at a throw.
They get back
in lump sum
what they themselves
had put in.
Cause for a
celebration.
It’s not the money
that counts, but the occasion.
It is a women’s
kitty party
to bring colour
to faded cheeks.
They’re snatching
fun from a life
of opulence
and stale pleasures.
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