Andheri Local
By Arundhathi Subramaniam In the women’s compartmentof a Bombay localwe searchfor no personal epiphanies.Like metal licked by relentless acetylenewe are welded –dreams, disasters,germs, destinies,flesh and organza,odours and ovaries.A thousand-limbedmillion-tongued, multi-spousedKali on wheels. When I descendI could chooseto dice carrotsor dice a lover. I postpone the latter. © 2001, Arundhathi SubramaniamFrom: On Cleaning Read more…