Gardenia Slumbers Beneath Sun

Gardenia Slumbers Beneath Sun

I watched him intensely, like a hawk gazing at its victim. His eyes, gardenia slumbers beneath the earth, his gracefull dancing , his body bending silhouette, like a woman takes over his soul. More than handsome, he looks like a fallen god, especially in white jippa. His hands and body were oiled, moved to perfection and dancing to the ryhtmn of Kathak, of seemingly wanted. 

His ghazal to his pleasure of his master, sometimes under the light and sometimes in the dark.

The Kings eyes never moving anywhere fixed on him, while his mother was feeding him a spicy 'paan' and water to quench his thirst.

The Kathak dancer, always arrives unannounced, typically welcomed wholeheartedly by the King of the house. Sometimes I don't know why my breath goes missing when he comes along, mystifying one's imagination.

I knew he was having an affair, I just knew it, it's instinct or a gut feeling. A new season of love was limitless, as he came home with candies and perfumes.

Kumar, a perfectly 6 feet tall, has an authority over him, The King will keep numb for the flowering words like a puppy, and I will get beaten over the spilled moore or coffee.

Don't you know how to give without spilling, my dear wife? Darken face with lips so define with a mark of lipstick, the king asked, with liquor dancing in his tounges. At the moment I saw the dancer, wearing an expensive pinkish shade saree. It was my own, 

 

Eyeing me, the King was getting impatient with me, Why, are you still here, woman? 

I saw him with vengeance, teary lips, in my mind asking, 

What is he doing with my saree, you love it whenever I wear it.. 

My curious was getting unscrupulous 

each day, thinking about it and my vengeance, seen in my eyes, as I was cooking my husband's favorite Mango Chutney, when I heard his voice, talking in a hushed tone

"How should I praise you

My beloved

Words are mere words

I praise the one who made this love

Death also happened and the murderer also caught"

"Master, you are too kind" a softer voice was cajoling him. 

I saw both of them was walking, hand in hand and smiling towards an outhouse, near the cows shed. With a thumping heart, I walked behind them, in silence. 

I peered inside of the through the window where the two shadows were playing, the bed started to shake with a pout of intimacy. Drove of tears, my hands was shutting my mouth.

 

Master, it's enough, with a sulky voice. She's going to see.. haha let her see..I'm not giving up so easily my sailu, come here,..

Heartbroken seeing my husband give him long kisses, without breath. 

Sailu, how am I to miss you. Cradling him, he was tormented. Don't you know, we have been together for ten years. Little time, little energy, I don't want to waste any moment. 

Heavy panting and moans can be heard. 

Feeling dazed, I walked aimlessly to the garden.

'It seems they have been together even before he married you. Old things can't be kept hidden for a long time', Pappu said.

Luxury and lust join the dance. Solemn tear, cold hands, dampened face, I want to throw up. Vomiting and fever caught up in dance with me until my eyes slept off in the cold breeze.