I So Want Life To Work For Me…Complete Relativity

I don’t want those dark and lonely corners curling up in the living room when I am home from work…that occasional lizard gleefully licking up monsoon bugs…I don’t want them there.
I want the old fat lady in a tambola-print saree to come and clean up the darkness, and the loneliness, and the helplessness everyday…with efficient fingers…cleaning every detail…with the strong detergent.
I want the cook to prepare a fine Bengali meal…complete with dal, some big green lemons for the racial flavor, plain rice, and spicy river fish.
I want to write this book…I don’t quite know on what…maybe on how to kill hypochondria…and how to dream right.
I want the yellow lights in the room to work…neon lights make me sick.
I want to stop making transactions and concentrate on relationships…
I want superannuation!
I so want life to work for me!
Wonder what that man across that dusty half-brick pavement would say!
Something like ‘I am tired of thinking about food everyday…where should I get my food from? The posh idly place? Where they throw the left-over stuff after ten in the morning?
Or should I wait outside the gate of that house that has that bright red car with shiny silver wheels? I so want life to work for me!’