Lal Dupatta
chunni, a red dupatta infact,
strikes right onto my face with the force and speed the wind imarted it,
and the usual mixed fragnance of her deodrent n sweat of her armpits,
gushing through my nostrils hitting my brain with the force and speed her body imparted it,
the red cloth sliding down my face i see her image before my eyes,pale face red dress,
arms crossed in front, her hands touching her shoulders
shyness in her eyes asking for the cloth which the girl calls her everything,
i wished to stop for a moment watching her beautiful shy,afraid eyes,
but i pledged to run
to her and to return the cloth
before the first tear runs flows out of her fearful eyes.
across her red cheeks.
so innocuous is the coy smile of relief on her face as she drapes herself with the red textile, and her childish gaze as she runs away blushing . . .
her lal dupatta on my face . . . .tells me
she is not as innocent as she appears to be.
