I cannot help but laugh when anyone in India talks about space. 1.027 billion people, living in 0.3 foot crammed spaces, longing for personal space. Your best bet would be to get out, buddy.

I need my space.

Damn you. You don’t give me any space.

I was giving you space.

Helter Skelter: Space
Excuse me, mister. Photograph by Chandana Gupta.

Space, space.

Excuse me, mister.

I lived in America.

I’m used to space…

I’m used to plenty of space…

Ring, ring.

Don’t come by unannounced.

Tring, tring.

Bounce, bounce, bounce.

Space, space.

What about my space?

People who have just moved here from a foreign country and spend most of their time complaining about India really irritate me.

Millions of Americans walking around

In space, with space,

So no two can collide

At any pace.

I’m tired of this space.

I’m tired of not seeing your face…

What’s it all about anyways?

Don’t bother calling,

You know where I live.

Just come on over.

Surprise me sometimes.

I’d like you in my space.

Outta space.

I wait,

Dressed in lace.

Take me to the moon,

Feed me a space-


Sapna Bhavnani cuts hair at her salon, Mad o Wot, in Bandra and now also in Andheri. She also writes columns, goes on road trips, listens to life stories, gets tattoos, raises goldfish, rides a pink and black motorcycle, plays Scrabble, worships Elvis, waters plants, designs pop-up books, acts, drinks no water, takes over talk shows, makes time capsules, performs at poetry readings, is worth millions on Facebook and owns enough Pez dispensers to build a bridge to the moon. Her current pseudonyms are Tiger, Tiger and MC Polar Bear.

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