Blessed by rays of rising sun with hope and ambition in her eyes
she sits under the shade in a yard
overlooking the valley of kashmir with her baskets to unfold the tatters and mix them with the magic solvent,
She examines the chopped paper from yesterday
Her five year old playing with Channapatna dolls
She returns to her work - clay, glue, starch in water as agents of binding & plasticity
She mixes the batter well, pounds and churns and churns to expel the lump
Nor to think or thick :
and a crescent of satisfaction forms on her coral lips
Adding rose fragrance to the universal solvent, she let the dissolve for...