Chasm

There used to be a lingerie store around the corner, she would sneak into at times. And there was this one particular camisole hung in the row with other sleep ins. Almost invisible, as if somebody wanted to keep it a secret. It used to be a brilliant shade of purple. Not magenta, not violet. But purple. A shade that would shine in dim lit nights. The straps were thin, delicate. Like the strings that tie desire with austerity. The lace knit in alluring designs, stood out. Caught her eyes and not let them look away. Sometimes, she touched it with her fingers, the feel enlivened her, aroused even the dead of senses. She would slide in her palm and feel the fabric, and smile to herself. But she could never muster the courage to actually try it on, you know. She couldn't. Or she wouldn't. Like she were saving it. For some other day. All she would do was hold it on herself, and steal a glance at the mirror when no one was looking, just to check if it would finish below her waist or above it. 

Then she would slide it into the hanger and hide it among the other sleep ins wishing that no other woman would see it. The purple camisole. Its shiny lace. The lingerie store at the corner. Strings that stitched together a naughty little whim. 

But the last time she checked into the store at the corner, it wasn't there anymore. And this terrible despair took over. Along with envy. For that bitch who had found herself a lover! 


9 comments:

Raajii said...

beautifully done :-) But it raises a question? Why are girls so evious and almost hate each other for being in relationships when the other is single. Its so sad. Its so selfish. :(

Anonymous said...

i am in love with yr blog again!

Ritika Gupta said...

precisely..

prateek mathur said...

"Like the strings that tie desire with austerity"
Pure Gold!

Anonymous said...

BOLD !!!

"THE DIRTY POST"

Tan said...

Tanyes!!
someone is back in action!
you are stoopid! u shld have purchased it and shoved it somewhere in ur cupboard for the day!
Idiot...
if you know what i mean ;)

Tan said...

yes!!
someone is back in action!
you are stoopid! u shld have purchased it and shoved it somewhere in ur cupboard for the day!
Idiot...
if you know what i mean ;)

Surya Prakash V said...

Between the maker and the taker; you stand knotted in the void, a promise lost. The thought, a single stream of consciousness was supposed to fit perfectly into it's opposite, to create a sense of knowing. But the knot opened a minute too soon; and now all that is left us a void.

If you are not your body, then I am in love with whatever is left over. If you are your body, then I don't know where to begin the act of stripping, there are just too many knots and I love all of them as they are.

** hugs **

Tapas said...

You write the way most of us wish we could.