Tarun Cherian

A New Score.

{A film script pretending to be a poem}

Open on a junior Angel, monitoring the Earth and in particular the World Cup Finals.

He looks puzzled. Double checks the telescopes with growing alarm.

He rushes off {printouts in hand} to a supervising angel. Who’s sitting bored. Twiddling his thumbs. You see them huddle, the supervising angel’s indifference gives way to an aghast alarm, he picks up his robes and rushes out…

Down the corridors of heaven they go, consulting higher and higher a

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