GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 48

of red in narrow corridors we had once tried to survive a wilys jeep brings me to mathabhanga balancing on a tight rope of muddied roads shanties on either side and many ponds my eye is the road many hundred years old the mind races gathering such ponds one after another, green and black i try to find patches of azure blue holding women in red bordered handloom sarees their kohl lined eyes in a tryst they sought tales i was leaving back they always looked back 48