They were two.
Dressed in a shiny purple skirt, and blouse. White tights covering their legs till the toe, and a black net over their blouse to be ‘modest’.
I wondered what they were upto, until I saw them up close. Surrounded by close to 10 men, playing drums, they were encouraged to dance to the beats of the merciless drums. The sound of their ghungroo hardly heard amongst the noise, but it didn’t matter.
They were a prefix to the chariot of the Gods, but what was their role? To please the Gods or the humans waiting for the chariot to arrive?
It isn’t new, it isn’t old, even today, amidst this chaotically developed cosmopolitan city.
I wonder who they were meant for.
Actually I don’t.
I know.
| In just a few words.... | 