"A good Saturday afternoon it was.. for him...like luck was shining on him along with the sun, he was no longer wandering the front lawns at Noon, his son wasnt reading a book in the balcony.The help werent wandering a sparklingly clean museum of a house wondering what to do. Nobody visited, only Sam did... occasionally...Even the Zambian embassy was busier on weekends...
There was things every where, cushions strewn on the floor, Lasya's toys and blankets, a couple friends had forgotten their stole/scarves.. there were plates and cups...The help was cleaning up brunch in the kitchen there was so much to do, AND HIS SON WAS DOWNSTAIRS
Ranjan didnt know if he will ever be able to live through the joy of today"
So simple yet so poignant.
"Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise... "
True that. Ranjanji is so lonely... He is so desperate and he is yearning for his lost wife, lost son and he is seeking union with his lost self as well.He yearns for a beautiful home/ world again...the desperation and the depression of the confusing present has only made that yearning intense...in agreeing to drink Sam Adams, a beer brand he absolutely hates, he is clutching at straws...
For II , It's yearning mornings for her husband's touch and for Ranjan it's yearning afternoons for his son's affection...
Emotions are stirring amidst yearning mornings and yearning afternoons now... And malcha marg mansion is witness to that