• Ashima S

Womanhood Unfolding Over Time



There was a time when

femininity

brought to mind the way

a smile would form on mum's lips.


When growing up looked like

her comforting hands filling up

with water under the sink.


Beauty

was the way her dupatta

draped from her shoulders, and

success

the clicking of her heels.


Yesterday,

I caught a reflection of water

running through fingers

of pink toenails on bare feet


I admired the allure of

blue silks, and

décolletage,

of kind eyes

that looked at me

from beyond the looking glass.


There she stood,

femininity,

smiling at me.


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