A Red Whiff

Another summer vacation to spend reading people and  carelessly stored red ideology books.Red flags, red areca nut spittle, red mud potholes, red faced government treasuries. A mansion impersonates red poverty ideology and houses some whom the newspapers honoured.  A pseudo communist house where husbands preaching communist ideology feasted on imported liquor, drove imported cars and their wives wore gulf returned raiment, french perfume and children toyed with electronic gadgets. For the third time in a week three red heads get beheaded and the pseudo inmates feast more speaking of accounts and land deals.

 Children spoilt on pseudo sentiments peep out through keyholes, the red flags, the country bombs, the red spittle beside red shirts, flags and red spilt blood. The red eyed matriarch rules red 'shame less' patriarchal snobs. Cold, old and stinking rich, polished skin despite age and a polished sense of counting safes before sentiments. She stretches her calculations too far to fill an overflowing 'red' safe and then the family tree arches with smuggled cases and muffled sentiments hit her unadorned six feet red mud, unvisited mound. The strewn unlit pieces of a red clay lamp, the oil a red more of mud, spittle and blood than a flag.