THE WOMB OF THE UNIVERSE

This is the girl. Yes,masquerading like a Devi of Kamasutra. 

The dusky tone of her torso is like shimmering sliver line of a darkened night.

One leg parting away from other,pointed towards the wide window, splitting the sky into two divine parts.

And other one resting on the monstrously fluffy bed, where nails are painted red and so is her blood,dripping out of her flesh but camouflaged with her extrinsic allurement.

Her legs are like emerald and the curves on her body is like an impeccably craft-man had patiently designed it. She smells like a peppermint drop. And the aura of her, could literally take someone's breathe away. She is like a holy grail. Everyone wants to read more and more.

The haze of the smoke of cigarette, touching compassionately the lips, making her more erotic. She succumbed herself to this lavishly looking profession for a reason , putting a mask on her other side of the story that nobody knows.

A man knocked the door. She could see a pale, puckered face amidst the obscurity of the smoke. He stealthily came closer,gasp the smoke, disrobe each of the clothes on her body,one by one. While his hands discovering the unknown curvature of her body,she laid there like a corpse looking at the ceiling. He was voraciously discovering his dirty desires on her.His thirst for the lust faded, when there is another knock on the door. Placed a bundle of freshly shiny green-gold color paper on the table,he left carrying the old jacket on his shoulder, proving his manly-hood.

She announced, wait for 5 minute!. She puts on the clothes, precisely bra-lets again on her depilated dazzling deserted body and she looks extraordinary again. One knock after another and the cycle continues till 2 am in the morning.

She is tired, exhausted but no one gave her the inner peace. She is tired of these unknown touches each and every night. Irony is that ,no one ever touched her soul. Her soul is still pure, divine and untouched.

Morning is all about love. She wore a light pink sari. Exactly the same color which he likes. She told him ,breathe don't stop ,until she come.

Look at her, such an elegant divine soul ,standing all in pink with a beautiful smile on her face. She made it to him. She smiled looking around. She was happy being at home.But no one tried to peep into her eyes to see the sadness for a while.She is not a girl who holds a dark secret of her nights but a mother to all those wonderful orphan kids, who wishes to see her with the first light of sunshine. A ray ,which enlightens her soul and her spirit. The morning is her's, only her. And she is the happiest in the world when she is around with those little bundles of joy.

Amidst the happiness there is 'HE', her heart,laying on bed, counting each of his breathe one, two, three..... with his fingers. He patiently waited for her to appear.She hobbled towards him. He said -I am breathing Ma! Tears rolled down her cheeks followed her lips. I know ,you are a brave heart. She lifted him, placed his head on her lap and rushed to the hospital.

He said, Ma did you get the money doctor demanded for chemotherapy. She said yes and you will be fine soon. He smiled thinking, I know I am dying. I love you Ma. She kissed him on his forehead and hugged him tight. A drop of tear rolled down from his eyes. He was trying to synchronize his heart beat with her but his heart is too stubborn to do so. He tried so hard but he failed, he failed his life. He is gone resting his head and holding her tight.

She knew that he was gone. She knew, she lost one more star from her nest. Because, this is the thing she is been doing from the last 10 years when she was just 13. She carried that lifeless body holding close to her heart. She didn't cry because he was brave. He lived his rest of the days happily.She never wanted to let go any of the child. Never.

She is the womb of universe. She is the mother of all. She gave them life. Life is rejoicing when these little kids are around her.

The name of the orphanage was 'We love being bald,bald is the new sexy'.

In search of light ,she wanted to save all of them. All the kids out there. She never gave up.

And the cycle never stopped. Never.

You know, what is the two split of the sky.

One is her restless night and other ,the longing of the morning.