Cool Night

Two young handsome Indian lads on an outdoor table under one of the verandahs on Geylang. In their saris relaxed and easy, washed and refreshed after the working day. Nine PM cool, with a breath of air. The sky almost black here every night. It's possible the air comes from the ubiquitous fans at the eatery tables; together there are more than enough along the street to generate a proper breeze. The two lads sit on the table. There is no lighting there; the shopfront behind has pulled down its shutters. The table has been left out; no chairs. The pair sit on the table-top, not much more than a metre square. They sit comfortably, in close conversation. Legs bent on either side, a couple of hands on the table-top, one in the air with the movement of the talk. A wrist carries a bracelet of tightly-strung round polished wooden beads. Light is cast by the eyes of each on the other. One can't under-estimate the ease and openness of the young pair; an inch leg from leg. Some kind of dark material covered the table-top: they hovered there.