Nimisha’s Yellow Saree
Jul 15, 2024
In July,
sweat beads of desire and despair leak out of me.
I wait for the summer rain to claim me whole.
I can't
Seem to find a clean t shirt, let alone my bearings.
When will my breeze come?
I look at
Nimisha Sajayan in a yellow saree amidst freshly rained leaves, in perfect, quiet stillness
It is the Kerala monsoon.
There is no place for sweat. Only raindrops perspire.
How she taunts me.
Someday,
I too will have creepers growing from my feet
I will close my eyes and point my chest to the clouds.
A quiet like this will claim me.
Nimisha will not be the only one in the yellow saree.
