I had expected it to be a dry day. When we left Brooklyn, we expected it to be so.
Earlier that night we has randomly talked about so many things.
In Will's living room, there is always space for conversations and you don't feel uncomfortable taking positions.
We looked at the glittering sky through the living room window.
The Empire State Building stood nice and straight.
Will fixed a dinner for all six of us-tacos with hamburger.
And we sunk into his couch for more conversations.
I had returned from shooting at the Times Square . It was dizzy.
In between I did some tourist like things too and attended a couple of art openings where wine and cheese flowed.
At the NYU campus we caught free snacks: courtesy Hare Krishna Foundation!
Chickpea in tomato sauce and lemonade: chole and nimbu paani.
I met Bina at 'Pick Me Up'.
She sat grand, beautiful and full of glitter. She reminded me of a time.
The title of her recent play 'Muslim Glitter' stuck on me like the glitter from her finger tips.
In between discussing my work, we spoke about her other recent performance titled 'Afghan Women'.
I told her that things are very different when you listen to both the sides.
It is one thing to take a position on the war on terror.
It is completely different when you are left with no positions.
When you are listening to both the sides, the dialogues is internal.
I can debate with the other but what if that otherness hides somewhere within me?
The evening was throwing many more questions than answers.
Bina asks me what I think of art.
I tell her that I am currently re-reading 'Evidence of Suspicion'.
I enjoy things that dialogue with me. I am sick of monologues.
She laughs and talks about her days trying to earn a medicine degree at John Hopkins and being totally unconvinced by it.
A large part of it had to do with dealing with death. She could not stand someone dying.
"it is strange that after all these years of trying to escape from it, I realized that come what may, it would catch up with you.
As an artist working in post 9/11 America, the question of the killer and those killed does not leave me".
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