Orange leaking light
There the saree lives in the room that makes its reflection in the parallel homes of bodies haunted. They look back in and see the light my stones make. They run back to their locked room and whisper to each each other sights of leaking orange light from the other world.
You see, I am on both the sides. The saree is on both the sides. Shringi is on both the sides.
It is not so easy as seeing my reflection as yours and yours as mine or the same saree located in both sides. It is also not as easy as the same saree wrapping us both across and cutting through the two worlds. Also not as easy as us being multiple versions of us. Perhaps what it is, is moving pockets of air creating and recreating images of art, so real, so close, such a mirage, such curtains, such an act of vanishing on a foreign stage. But what it certainly is, is my answer long before you placed your query on the window pane of the closed shop.
Vpaliwal
Art by Shringi Kumari
