Tinkling laughter canned in a bottle. The flutter of a fan in a beautiful hand adorned with rings. Flashing eyes lined with desire. And kohl. Effervescence. Look down and then…sideways. Coquettish or not.
Woman slowly turning into girl.Or vice versa.Moments captured in tiny glass capsules…breaking up into myriad rainbow colored memories. A thousand questions. One single answer. Woman.
You enter a room and the world slows down. The buzz sizzles and burns…intense. Men take calming breaths. Women hiss and then smile…through their teeth. The mercury breaks through the glass.
Tiny ears. Large Eyes. Large ears. Tiny eyes. Draupadi or Manthara. I have adorned both. I have lived in history and have given birth to today. The desire for gold. Lives forever.
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