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'Luna'  

by Sarat Chandra Das  

dotlit australian literary magazine  

 

http://pandora.nla.gov.au/pan/13551/20030828-0000/www.dotlit.qut.edu.au/200202/luna.html  

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'Luna'  

by Sarat Chandra Das  

 

Luna could not believe it when a shaggy haired man showed up on her door  

and told her that he could find her lost vanity bag. It was a bulging bag,  

which she had difficulty hanging on her bony shoulder. The almost  

threadbare long strap used to swing like a magic pendulum when she walked.  

 

She described the bag to the shaggy haired man. However, observing the  

falling patience of the man, she said the bag was precious to her because  

it contained various valuables. Two credit cards, a diamond ring, a charm  

which she always kept close to herself since her marriage, and a fat wad  

of cash which she said would have taken care of her weeks' groceries and  

retrieving her Ford Falcon from the garage.  

 

"How can you help me?" she asked, realising she wasgiving away so much  

information which had not been asked for.  

 

"I can help you finding your lost bag and subsequently bringing the thief  

to your door is my promise," the shaggy haired man solemnized, cutting his  

baritone-like voice through the rain which had started drumming her door  

outside.  

 

"How?" Luna exclaimed.  

 

Without paying any attention to her questoin, the man sat down and  

emptied the contents of his worn out satchel on the floor. Phials of  

different measures which he neatly arranged on the floor like a barmaid  

with her crystals. A wooden castanet, an untanned buffalo hide, a bone  

clavicle and a thread which appeared to be catgut. He counted them from  

the right to left and then from left to right. Then he stroked the phials  

with the bone clavicle. He reached for the catgut and wove his fingers  

hurriedly into it, creating multiple loops. Soon his palms became a  

spiderweb.  

 

He strolled in the room, flaring his nostrils. Then he bulged out his  

eyes holding his catgut spiderweb palms close to them. Perhaps, he saw a  

departed soul. Then he returned all his treasures into his satchel and  

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