Bio Note: India-born, I am a senior academic and author-freelance journalist from the suburban Mumbai, India. I have published 22 books so far, some solo and joint. I edit Setu: www.setumag.com/p/setu-home.html
The Mumbai rain back-lit by the sodium-vapor lamps sweeping the cityscape shimmering, gold-hued, majestic, yet looking lonely and lost as that vulnerable hooker trying to appear bold, audacious her bruises and scars carefully painted-up in that gloss arched eyebrows raised a cigarette dangling from obscenely reddish lips, in permanent pout or, is it suppressed anger? high heels short skirt— the universal dress of a young body-seller first recorded by a French poet as a restive flaneur standing quietly, nearby a vagabond and his skeletal cur on that deserted stretch, being watched. Waiting, yet not—for some rom-com ending or, a Disney-world Cinderella outcome, happy for the bourgeois viewers in their costly apartments or, perhaps—for a modern miracle in a cynical market, that may or may not happen, in real-time!
©2021 Sunil Sharma
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