We saw one or two rocks springing from grass. They will grow to adulthood in a millennium. In the meanwhile , some cacti of red flowers overwhelm them. Here about the green bench there is sogginess with shoe prints imprinted in a random impressionistic way. There is wet green of the trees looking down.
The man with the sun topee is talking on phone to someone whose train is two hours late. This is the very person who had sat by the lake sometime ago offering sacrifices to his dead. The lake was then flooded with dawn. A middle man sat between him and the spirits offering to reach his prayers to them.
All the while the middleman spoke mantras in Sanskrit . The souls of the dead understood only Sanskrit, although they had died only recently and were speaking regional languages till they breathed their last.