We hunt for runaway pieces from the jigsaw puzzle. We look under the table and in the deceptive gaps in the sofa. We looked in our pockets, even.

The dinosaur family was missing half a member. What I would like to imagine was the mother was also missing a tail. They didn't look pleased. I suggested that they would look that way even without the missing half of their offspring. But the other members of the jigsaw solving team were get antsy. We walked around the house looking for the missing cogs in the big machine, but they were remained in hiding.

In the end, we put together another puzzle, Spiderman, this time and everyone had their share of having accomplished something on a very non-productive Saturday. At the bottom of the last chip of the sky behind Spiderman, we found the murky green tail and the grotesque dinosaur feet hiding.
People cheered and sighed with relief. It was all very high strung.

We then drank some warm apple juice. Then we slept, because we had nothing else to do. 

Saturday glee.

There was a chocolate cage on a plate today. We broke it down, with affection and a wee bit of a destructive feeling. There was ice-cream in an edible tray that tasted of honey and cinnamon. We ate our way through it to reach the end, with a little too much determination for a dessert.

We giggled a little, and held out our chocolate smeared hands. The girl, with arms deliciously tanned from her recent adventures, told me stories that made me laugh and feel a happy warmth on the inside. Stories of camels and sprightly scarves that shone in the sun and forts that were so majestic that no photograph, however well shot, would do their grandeur justice.

The weather was very genial when we walked out; the wind turning our hair into a playful mess. We took a whirlwind cab ride and laughed and chattered about inane but deeply interesting things.

The afternoon stopped by, to look at our child-like excitement amidst the  traffic.

The sky is a dark dark purple, like the skin of a grape when you hold it against the light. I see no stars. My head feels clogged; crammed, crowded, impatient thoughts. 

The floor is full of party hats that have been cast away. The paper cups flock together in the corner. The music is scratchy and distant but everyone taps their feet along anyway. There's a guitar and there's occasional off-key singing. There are sticky fingers and ketchup stains. There are noisy whistles that unfurl at every chance available. 

Around me people are speaking in swaying, tear laced voices. They are reminiscing about some part of their lives that has gone away, leaving behind bitterness in a bottle. There's always something that sets it off - a song, a word, a mention of a place where feelings remain strewn, battered amidst the grass. They lie back facing the sky, watching the aeroplanes take off, wondering if they can bring back all that they miss in the capacity of this moment. They wonder whether they will miss this tomorrow, when their senses are no longer foggy and their self esteem has stopped faltering. 

The words start petering off and the stories become more vague. Eventually, there is a audible silence as people start to nod off, their mouths slightly open and their heads at painful angles. 

We stand, only a few of us, holding onto the railing of the roof and listening to music that finds our thoughts and battles them.

We watch the houses in the distance slowly light up, yellow rectangles mushrooming in the dark. 

There's a raw feeling of being awake at a time like this, when your thoughts seem insignificant and your worries worthless. 

We filled the bucket with juice and ice. We dropped in a couple of other things

Some like it with muddled fruit and some like it with old memories in an umbrella and a straw. 

We threw in lemon wedges and salt.

We poured, from a plastic mug, bright soda that fizzled and hissed.

We stirred it with a ladle and scooped a little up to taste. It taste interesting and confusing. 

They drank it till they dropped.

We drank it on the roof with just the right amount of rain. We put our feet up on lumpy cushions and listened to good bad music. 

As everyone slept, we threw out the leftover potion. 

It gurgled down the drain pipe and another Saturday dissolved away.