Banles

A desire is in the girl’s bangles: first they will break on his bed then on the threshold of his house. But why on the threshold? Because in the girl there is a woman mourning — who is not yet a widow but a widow to be. The girl’s fear throbs in her veins as far as her bangles The girl’s desire throbs in them The girl’s mourning throbs in them Mourning? Where is the girl’s man for whom mourning runs in her veins for whom desire is in her bangles? Her man is caught in some other body some other dream sorrow, other tears His every sorrow, dream, tear is beyond the reach of the mourning girl… But the girl is only a girl in her is that primal innocence, madness, death, whose punishment she will give to that man one day when she will break her bangles…