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 Ashwin Parulkar
 Ashwin Parulkar
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Ashwin Parulkar was born in Mexico, what is present day Colorado. He left town at nineteen and married his high school sweet heart. She more a hologram. They started a detergent business in Ohio. It boomed. Everyone wanted clean clothes. He had a lot of time to read then. He would read in the mornings and walk and talk to the neighbors and towns people in the afternoons. He met all sorts of people that way. Doctors. Teachers. Short order cooks. Female Rush fans. They told him about what an amazing country we all lived in. He sung songs about them. When his vocal chords quit on him, he wrote stories about them. That's what he still does.

WE MET TWO KIDS in the dust on our motor bike.
"Watch out there's a snake on the road!"

The front tire caught some rubble from the quarry soon after we heard that.

We were headed for the pond with the buffaloes farting in the water.

We crashed on the bank, my friend and I, but ended up okay.

The kids wore blue uniforms and had oil in their hair.

They stepped over the snake. It was dead. I think we crushed its skull.

The kids ran after us.

We told them we weren't hurt.

"Where you going," one of them said. It was the girl.

"Choonakhul," I said.

I dusted myself off while my friend padded the seat down.

“That's where we’re from,” she said. “That’s where we’re going.”

A pencil had snapped in my pocket and shot my thigh full of lead.

School was out. It was 3’oclock in the afternoon. It was October 2011.

She told us the best way to go, the way they went home every day after school.

“Hey”, I said, “should we take you back. If it’s about 30 minutes like you said...”

They hopped on the bike, fighting over where to sit. But the girl was boss. She was big sister, mama, all of that.  

Bob Dylan was right. Everyone loves motorcycles. They're hatchets. Time machines.

I was screaming at the top of my lungs singing Good Morning Good Morning!  

We made it to Choonakhul. I stopped singing. No one to sing with. Just hectares of silence. Even our new friends didn't talk so much. We stayed a few days. There was little conversation. That and the blue black nights made it easy to have insane painful sleep. If you are born in Choonakhul you are born walking and no one says a word. The babies are wise. They don't make a sound when they cry. They have to figure every god damn thing out for themselves.  

And if it was you or me it would be the same mess - stepping out our mothers' gunk into the dirt, surviving alone under the holy sky like the starved dogs in the city. The most we would get is a weight check. They would weigh us. Then they would inject us with water instead of inoculating us against polio, diphtheria, measles, tuberculosis. And the men starving us to death would stay rich off the nightmares we inspire. And what the fuck, all we would be doing, all we are doing, we may say to ourselves in the long walk of our minds, is standing against the wall not knowing what to say or when to run or why as yet there is no peace in quiet .



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