"We are so lucky to have you live with us, Lin. You are always bringing it so many adventures of a fully not-boring kind!"
"I didn't bring this, Prabu. What the hell are they saying? What do they want?"
"They have it a message for you, Lin. But there is a vachan, a promise, before they will give it the message. There is a... you know... a catches."
"A catches?" "Yes, sure. This is English word, yes? Catches. It means like a little revenge for being nice," Prabaker grinned happily, seizing the opportunity to share one of his English definitions with me.
It was his habit or fortuity, always, to find the most irritating moments to offer them.
"Yes, I know what a catch is, Prabu. What I don't know is, who are these guys? Who's this message from?"
Prabaker rattled away in rapid Hindi, delighted to be the focus of attention in the exchange. The bear-handlers answered him in some detail, speaking just as swiftly. I couldn't understand much of what was said, but those in the crowd who were close enough to hear broke out in an explosion of laughter. The bear dropped down on all fours and sniffed at my feet.
"What did they say?"
"Lin, they won't tell who is sending it the messages," Prabaker said, suppressing his own laughter with some difficulty. "This is a big secret, and they are not telling it. They have some instructions, to give this message to you, with nothing explanations, and with the one catches for you, like a promise."
"What catch?"
"Well, you have to hug it the bear."
"I have to what?"
"Hug it the bear. You have to give him a big cuddles, like this."
He reached out and grabbed me in a tight hug, his head pressed against my chest. The crowd applauded wildly, the bear-handlers shrieked in a high-pitched keening, and even the bear was moved to stand and dance a thudding, stomp-footed jig. The bewilderment and obvious reluctance on my face drove the people to more and bigger laughter.
"No way," I said, shaking my head.
"Oh, yes," Prabaker laughed.
"Are you kidding? No way, man."
"Takleef nahin!" one of the bear-handlers called out. No problem!
"It is safe. Kano is very friendly. Kano is the friendliest bear in all India. Kano loves the people."
He moved closer to the bear, shouting commands in Hindi. When Kano the bear stood to his full height, the handler stepped in and embraced him. The bear closed its paws around him, and rocked backwards and forwards. After a few seconds, it released the man, and he turned to the tumultuous applause of the crowd with a beaming smile and a showman's bow.
"No way," I said again.
"Oh, come on, Lin. Hug it the bear," Prabaker pleaded, laughing harder.
"I'm not hugging it any bear, Prabu."
"Come on, Lin. Don't you want to know what is it, the messages?"
"No."
"It might be important."
"I don't care."
"You might like that hugging bear, Lin, isn't it?"
"No."
"You might."
"I won't."
"Well, maybe, would you like me to give you another big hugs, for practice?"
"No. Thanks, all the same."
"Then, just hug it the bear, Lin."
"Sorry."
"Oh, pleeeeeeese," Prabaker wheedled.
"No."
"Yes, Lin, please hug it the bear," Prabaker encouraged, asking for support from the crowd. There were hundreds of people crammed into the lanes near my house. Children had found precarious vantage points on top of some of the sturdier huts.
Looking around me, from face to laughing face, I realised that I didn't have any choice. I took the two steps, reached out tremulously, and slowly pressed myself against the shaggy fur of Kano the bear. He was surprisingly soft under the fur-almost pudgy. The thick forelegs were all muscle, however, and they closed around me at shoulder height with a massive power, a non human strength. I knew what it was to feel utterly helpless.
One fright-driven thought spun through my mind-Kano could snap my back as easily as I could snap a pencil. The bear's voice grumbled in his chest against my ear. A smell like wet moss filled my nostrils. Mixed with it was a smell like new leather shoes, and the smell of a child's woollen blanket. Beyond that, there was a piercing ammoniac smell, like bone being cut with a saw. The noise of the crowd faded. Kano was warm. Kano moved from side to side. The fur, in the grasp of my fingers, was soft, and attached to rolls of skin like that on the back of a dog's neck. I clung to the fur, and rocked with him. In its brawny grip, it seemed to me that I was floating, or perhaps falling, from some exalted place of inexpressible peace and promise.
Hands shook my shoulders, and I opened my eyes to see that I'd fallen to my knees. Kano the bear had released me from the hug, and was already at the end of the short lane, lumbering away with his slow, thumping tread in the company of his handlers and the retinue of people and maddened dogs.
"Linbaba, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, fine. Must have... I got dizzy, or something."
"Kano was giving you the pretty good squeezes, yes? Here, this is your message."
