Vinish and Murugan ...

I looked up from the pages of The New Indian Express, to see Vinish standing before me - it was time for my morning treatment - it was just before noon - I was wearing a linen shirt - 

I followed Vinish to the treatment room - he walked a few paces ahead of me, glancing at his Samsun Galaxy - 

I wondered what it must be like, massaging pale bodies, anointing them with oils, later washing them with gentle fingers - 

Lying upon the massage table, my eyes closed, I would sometimes hear Vinish and Murugan talking softly to each other - I would wonder what they were saying - they spoke in Malayalam - their murmured sentences sounded like the songs of shy birds -