It starts with the throat getting that itch. It is the moment of truth and for me to get ready. The left hand does a sneaky sliding act at the corner with the palm pushing it up from the side, and then when the cough starts the right hand goes for it, grabbing it, cupping it. It lasts a couple of minutes. Then I gently release it and let my hand rest. Lech!
Seriously, though, yesterday I was at the medical centre for some tests. I had to go through this scene again. It just so happened that I wasn’t alone. There was a 20-something young fellow with an elastic band on his hand. He looked completely shocked while I went about my routine. This was a special waiting room, and I felt like Pamela Anderson with a push-up, water-gel filled cup. I could look away or face him. I chose the latter.
“Problem with your hand?” I asked him.
“Yes. Don’t yet know if it is a fracture or muscle pull.”
“Yeah, same here. Only I can’t tie anything.”
He smiled. “That must be difficult.”
“I manage.”
“Best of luck with it,” he said cheekily as he left.
I was talking with my friend and she said, “I am worried…how do you write?”
“With my b…s”
“That is very innovative.”
She also wondered if I wanted someone to hold while I coughed. I can’t decide whether the democrat or the feudal in me would prevail. It is a highly sensitive political topic.
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Meanwhile…
I am a breast woman. The imagery is not just sensual; there is art, there’s artistry and there is artifice. That would do for alliteration.
The images I like best are of course beyond art and Venus de Milo. In everyday life, I like the look of a trickle of sweat between the breasts, a pendant swinging in the cleavage …not huge in-your-face cleavage, just a subtle one, a choli seen through a chiffon saree, the contours from a tee-shirt, the hint of a heaving bosom in a peasant blouse which shows more shoulder but tells you what it hides just a couple of inches below, a perky curve in a leather jacket, long hair falling over naked breasts, soap bubbles foaming near the areola, dark, dark…
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Image: Saint Mary Magdalene by Titian
5 comments:
FV, I hope you feel better soon. I went through something similar last year and no one thought it could be because of a throat infection. The doctors went into the frenzy of getting ultra sounds done etc. It was at a pivotal time in my life with important things happening and I was quite a nerve wreck thinking I might have something cancerous. The pain was quite excruciating, I can imagine what you must be going through.
I am glad that the doctors on other side of the fence are not as mad.
On another note, I prefer Caravaggio's nudes. Ruben and Titan are too flat. I'd rather see that play of light and dark, that absence and presence that you mentioned in your post... woh chuptae bhi nahin samnae aatae bhi nahin
Farzana,
Hope you're feeling better. :)
I like Klimt myself. . . and the less in-your-face the better.
Madiha:
It seems horribly vicarious to say this, but reading your comment made me feel better. I know many people find it unbelievable, and the reason I started getting back to the PC was that lying down is not helping one bit...so may as well make a nuisance of myself and be as tiresome as possible...
Re. the nude, I do not think too highly of Titian, but this particular one worked well for me and what I was saying. More about it if I feel like writing later...
Ana:
Well, a part of me feels great!
About in-your-face, I am told it depends on several factors...
FV:
Get well soon.
PS:
Hmm...will do. Btw, long time...
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