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The Short Form

“Wild Flower”

Amrita Pritam


I would look at her laughing face. Her body was dark, her flesh like well kneaded dough. They say a woman is like a ball of dough. But sometimes the dough is loose and difficult to roll into the round shape of a roti. Sometimes the dough is stale and impossible to roll out. But there is a sort of woman whose flesh is taut and well toned. One can roll out not just rotis but even puris. I looked at Angoori’s face, her breasts and her arms. Her flesh was tightly kneaded. I had seen her Parbhati too. He was short and withered. He certainly did not deserve to eat such well-kneaded dough... and I laughed at myself for comparing flesh to dough.

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