An excerpt from award-winning author Arundhati Subramaniam’s book of poetry, Love Without A Story
Love Without A Story!
WHEN LANDSCAPE BECOMES WOMAN
I was eight when I looked through a keyhole
and saw my mother in the drawing room in her hibiscus silk sari,
her fingers slender around a glass of iced cola
and I grew suddenly shy for never having seen her before.
I knew her well, of course – serene undulation of blue mulmul, wrist serrated by thin gold bangle, gentle convexity of mole on upper right arm, and her high arched feet – better than I knew myself ...
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