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Sid, hyenas and me<\/strong><\/p>\n 12 noon, we cross another culvert, silently.<\/p>\n Sid is brooding. I look at the speedo, we’re hovering We’re going straight- to Bagoder. Then we’ll turn right- to Topchanchi. ‘How’s she?’ He looks at me, smiles, a childlike smile- says nothing. . .<\/p>\n I look straight. Ease the accelerator a bit.<\/p>\n It’s going to be a full moon night. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kanchan Chatterjee<\/strong> is a 46 year old male executive, working in the ministry of finance, government of India. He is from Jamshedpur, Jharkhand India. Although he does not have any literary background, he loves poetry and scribbles as and when he feels the urge. His poems have appeared in various online and print journals, namely, ‘Eclectic eel’, ‘Mad Swirl’, ‘Shot Glass Journal’, ‘Jellyfish Whisperer’ , ‘Bare Hands Poetry’ , ‘River Muse’, ‘Decanto’ ‘Ygradsil’ , \u2018Off the Coast\u2019, \u2018Red Booth Review\u2019 \u2018Electric Windmill Press\u2019 \u2018Under the Basho\u2019, \u2018Oddity\u2019, \u2018Coldnoon\u2019, \u2018Randomly Accessed Poetics\u2019, \u2018Cease Cows\u2019 \u2018A hundred gourds\u2019 , \u2018Camroc press\u2019 <\/em>etc.<\/p>\n He was one of the nominees of the Pushcart Awards, 2012.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sid, hyenas and me 12 noon, we cross another culvert, silently. Sid is brooding. On my left, out the window the Canary hill flash past. I look at the speedo, we’re hovering around 100 kmph. We’re going straight- to Bagoder. Then we’ll turn right- to Topchanchi. There’s a beautiful lake out […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8543","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8543","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8543"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8543\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8546,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8543\/revisions\/8546"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8543"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8543"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8543"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOn my left, out the window
\nthe Canary hill flash past.<\/p>\n
\naround 100 kmph.<\/p>\n
\nThere’s a beautiful lake out there. . .<\/p>\n
\nI ask Sid.
\nTo loosen up the heaviness.<\/p>\n
\nThey say hyenas still roam by that lake.<\/p>\n