Amidst the increasing madness and chaos we decided to grab on to that last grain of Fantasia and elope for the afternoon…. We forsake the car in lieu of my Scooter!! The early winter breeze and the still warm afternoon sun was soothing…
We quickly finalised a larger bicycle for Aasim’s sixth birthday and then on the way back entered into a book expo not expecting much BUT there Swati discovered an unexpected gem. Part two of a book which I had given Swati nine years ago.. Presented by Pritish Nandy it is a collection of translated poems by the ancient Sanskrit poet Amaru – Unchained melody
“Her breasts were crushed
in his embrace
as joy raised
goose pimples on her skin
Her clothes fell
fell well below her hips
as passions rose.
STOP!!
Enough! she said.
And then?
Then I do not know what happened.
She fainted, fell asleep
or simply became one with me.
Who knows?”