Kamakhya Bhairavi (_kala_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-03-09 15:19:00 |
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Current music: | [gnarls barkley, 'smiley faces'] |
Entry tags: | kali, nuclear power |
Who: Kali & Nuclear Power with Izzy [Chaos Theory, NPC]
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Where: A cafe. Near a park. In Manhattan.
Warnings: TBA.
Sunday had been spent getting down on her hands and knees and scrubbing multicolored powder stains from the floor of Shanti. Uma helped. The kitchen staff helped. Shanti was a very egalitarian work place. Monday had been spent brushing and washing the colors from her hair and the body paint from her skin. She had blissfully scrubbed her skin raw, and so by the time Tuesday morning greeted her, she felt shiny and new. Such was existence.
Now, as she leaned back in a cushy leather chair that had been worn down by mortals whose diets consisted of too many frappecinos and french fries, she kicked up her feet on a table that was more a decoration than a foot rest. It was a cafe Kali frequented often, as it sat pleasantly between Shanti and wherever it was that Kali herself lived. Sometimes she even didn't know, for she rarely spent time at home. Shanti was home. The city was home. The world was her oyster. Too bad shell fish gave her indigestion. It was freezing outside, but that didn't stop the city inhabitants from wandering amok.
Kali sipped the chai that she cradled in one hand, the other hand loosely gripping a book she'd found strewn on the chair when she got there. It was a sort of fluffy read. Something about eating, praying and loving. She had one earphone attached to her right ear, and her left foot bobbed to the music's beat as she idly skimmed the story of a woman who tried to find herself by traveling. Where she was seated was around the corner from the counter and partially unseen from the entrance, so when the door opened and a vaguely familiar voice was heard talking in a way one only talks to small children, she did not take immediate notice.
Kali put down Eat, Pray, Love and picked up a collection of Calvin & Hobbes. Since the coffee shop was near a park, it was no surprise that the establishment was crawling with mothers, fathers and nannies itching for relief from their child-care obligations, seeking solace in a cup of caffeinated bliss. So, for the moment, Kali took no notice of that vaguely familiar voice, or the way the back of her neck suddenly itched, or the feeling that there was abruptly too much energy in too small a space.