My morning raaga

No Name No Face: There’s something about backless dresses, Maybe it’s the element of surprise and the fact that from the front, a dress can look totally demure, yet a glimpse of the back reveals exposed skin and a nod to all that makes women alluring. I tried to give it a classical look! – Sarika

Another day, and another morning I’ll spend staring at her. While she sits in the veranda, and lets the sunrays reflect off her beautiful dusky skin. Creating a wonderful maze while making me explore her some more.

This has been a ritual from past few years, every morning she gets up early, takes bath, drapes herself in a piece of cloth and sits there. All this while thinking that I’m sleeping, but I’m not, how could I miss a chance stare at this marvel of nature every morning. Her free flowing hairs are trying to cover her smooth back, it still holds the imprints of my fingers. Her piquant face is staring into the oblivion as her appealing eyes still contains the recollections from last night.

I guess she knows that I am awake, and therefore, I think it’s her way of giving me an early morning gift. I don’t know, maybe, she just wants to spend some time alone and I don’t want to snatch that space from her. Like an emerald her eyes are shinning as she turned her gaze towards the sparrow sitting on the windowsill, I wonder what that sparrow might be thinking. I guess it might be wondering, if it has arrived in the heaven by mistake and is she a goddess?

A goddess with a smile so pure that it makes world a better place every morning. And her neck so alluring, which still doesn’t fail in making me fall into a well of cozy emotions, every time I kiss that slender piece of marvelous artistry.

Every morning as I search for her scent on the bed sheet, my thoughts debate amongst themselves because I am still undecided if she is a human or a fallen angel. Her touch does not feel like a human’s, it still ignites a fire in me whenever her thin and long fingers caress my hair. On the other hand, maybe she is an angel, because how else can I explain the sweetness in her voice that puts me to sleep every night.

I am looking at the mango tree in our courtyard dancing with the wind, I wonder if the tree dances like that every morning as soon as it gets her first glance. She is still lost in her thoughts; I guess she’s wondering how is she going to wake me up. Like every day, by covering my face with her hair, when as always I find myself surrounded by a mesmerizing darkness and then she places a kiss on my forehead, with her soft and enticing lips. Or is she going to make those random figures on my palm with her soft fingertips, she knows I love those innocent games she plays with me.

It has been fifteen minutes, since she is sitting in the verandah next to the lamp. I guess every morning the lamp derives its fire from her skin, and later radiate that brightness to light up our nights. Maybe, just like I derive my life from her presence, every day. In next few minutes, she will get up and walk towards the bed, her anklet will make a soothing sound, to make me aware of her arrival.

And she will walk like a song, a beautiful song with each of her body part creating a hypnotizing tune, and like every morning she will make me fall for her some more. She’s a beautiful song…

My morning raaga.

Photograph by: Sarika Gangwal

Written by: Abhinav Chandel