![]() ShaktiA Story by DCT ponderings![]() Flash Fiction![]() I watched her pace back and forth colorful shawl blowing in
the breeze at the park’s entrance. Bags stacked upon one another, last remnants
of her life, a portable home in the dirt. With every passing she stares penetratingly,
haunting my absentminded retreat from the office on my lunch break. Images of Joti pop in my head. The little indentured girl I
met in Jaipur. With her huge almond eyes dancing from beneath long lashes innocently
belying the strength it took to run an entire household at twelve. She had been
bought and sold and forged her way to a new city with a different language, her
plight in this incarnation. Durga upon her tiger; I never say her complained. She taught me to make Naan, laughing tenderly as I attempted to roll out the dough, like an old soul. Yet I wanted to rescue her.
Take her back to America with me and give her a different life than the one in
which she was cast. Now years later day after day this older vision of her paces
before me like an apparition. As I drudge along to and fro from the cage of my daily grind. I am
uneasy inside her devi gaze. It's as though she can see into the darkness,
lost to the madness of being invisible to the world. What is it that makes me
weary of her attention? Perhaps it’s my own reflection staring back at me. © 2013 DCT ponderingsReviews
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1 Review Added on August 26, 2013 Last Updated on August 26, 2013 Author![]() DCT ponderingsWAAboutHI all! I have been absent of late. Life has run a muck and gotten away from me. Most of what I've been writing as of late can be found over on my blog www.dctdesigns.com. So feel free to find your wa.. more..Writing
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