Somehow turning both hands,
Palms, then backs, then palms,
Communicates a message between Lo
And the shopkeeper we pass in the street.
No words are exchanged,
Beyond his first ‘eh’ to attract attention.
Then it is left to hand signals,
Palms, then backs, then palms
To ask a question
And answer it.
‘Oh, Irava has it waiting for you in the office,’
The shopkeeper raises his eyebrows in reply.
The conversation is over.