...As she pranced nimbly on my delicately spun rainbow yarns, slurping and gobbling them up with merciless lascivity, relishing each yarn, as they vanished and melted in her mouth like candy-floss, I stood there watching: helplessly mute and unable to move. And remembered another such afternoon nine winters ago...
...When...
...As we lay curled in each other's arms, spent after hurried, torrid love-making on the bedless cold floor, his fingers lazily reached for the lonely fold of the pillar where a web dangled precariously-an intricately woven cobweb...
Carelessly, as he stroked my hair with his other hand, he un-spun the web, string by string...And even as I snuggled closer in his arms, I could see Maakor Shah from the corner of my eye, as she stood only some fingers away, watching with helpless mute fear glistening in her eyes, as we razed her home in casual frolic...yarn by yarn...
Images: Odilon Redon (Top: The Smiling Spider; Bottom: The Crying Spider)
6 comments:
Super Like kortam Facebook hole...ek kathay Onobodyo.Boddo chena feelings.
Thank you :-)
Beautiful.
Now, what should I write? I'd rather not write anything.
:-)
ek kothay onoboddyo kaj egulo!
r cross-hatching ta kajer message er sathe mile mise ekakar hoye ge6e.
Thankee master!
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