Sirop de Vanille

Kohl lined dark orbs,
Skin, the seductive hue of dusk,
Grey storms caressing her violently,
She walks on,
Searching for her Kaal.

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The wind slaps her repeatedly, the dry cracked barren earth bleeds her dry, in glee. She continues to walk down the path created by her bare feet.

Searching. Hoping. Surviving for a glimpse, for a caress, for a few words? Surviving for three years. Three years that had rendered the lands barren. Three years that had shut more doors in her face than she cared to recall. Three empty years spent waiting.

She carries on, a vision, in black clinging to her form. Her thoughts racing, she could sense it. She could taste success, her parched lips parted into a smile, her glistening eyes looked manic, fanatic in their belief. She was going to find him, claim him, claim her Kaal.

Aparna. The wind threw her name at her. The name, the voice, the tone – snapped her back to reality. Reality? Saveri.

A sad disappointed smile. Recognition. She turned around to face her, her hair struggling against the wind, goddess like, proud of her existence, she reached out. Why do you follow me around? It isn’t safe.

She was beautiful. Flawless. In love. Untouched.

It isn’t safe. Where is he?

You won’t find him, he is hiding from you Kaalki. Why don’t you come back? Stop this madness.

She reached out and slapped her hard across the face. It hurt her so. Tears threatened to claim her. The laughter won. You stupid woman! How can you claim him? Claim some figment of your imagination. You are not Kaalki!

I am Kaalki.

She turned around and walked on, she knew she would soon reach the little clearing. She knew she would nurse her sore feet with the spring water and the neem leaves. She knew she’ll drift off to another world and continue waiting. Waiting for him to call her name… Waiting to be drenched in his presence, in his voice, in his smell. Lose herself in his world, his visions, his poetry, his charcoal sketches of her… Feel him breathe, drift off to his dreams and be claimed.

Until they find her and drag her back. Until then she’ll wait for him. She’ll be Kaalki, and not her. Not her.

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