Wednesday 4 July 2012

Geisha Repainted



Porcelain perfection had managed to white-wash some of the grief. Wrinkles of helplessness that were cracking across her sallow skin now seemed like a chalky blur. The ghastly pale outlines of her moon-face were intercepted by two craters of sighted sadness. 

She poked open a new box of pomegranate red, and pulverized other shades of ruby, granite and plum into one thick paste of promised happiness. The brush strands dipped generously into that bloodied concoction, outlining new lips of joy over that stoic face.

He was her only son. 
She cringed at the thought of holding his lifeless 12-year-old body. Flashes of his drowning face kept clouding her eyes. 

She had busied herself all morning, preparing his favourite Oyakodon and Makizushi. But it sat there untouched, cold and listless, screaming to be fetched from the dining table. 
There was nothing more that could hamper her already broken spirit. 

Looking back into the mirror, she had lost herself. The mask taunted her world, thwarting every feeling that clotted and festered in her heart. Her caked happiness just sat there unchanged, quietly protecting the turmoil within from the pretense without.

The next client was still waiting for her, shaking his legs with uncontrolled anxiousness.

She wore her pretty clown face, and got back to work.






* For 3WW






8 comments:

  1. Very heartrending post. I know geishas are not prostitutes. They only entertain the customers. I think they should try to abolish this just like they abolished the devadasi system in India.

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    1. So true. I'm not quite sure how acceptable the geisha tradition is at the moment. But one way or the other, it's tough for women in the flesh trade industry. It's as though they're meant to be devoid of emotion. Thanks for visiting :)

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  2. Awww... this is so vivid in its imagery I could actually sense her heartache, and, painting her face couldn't mask her grief. How sad to lose her son and then have to pretend all is well.
    What a story....you told it so well. I'm touched by her sorrow.

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  3. Beautiful and Sad at the same time!

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    1. Kunal!!!! I'm so happy you stopped by to comment. It sure is sad... but it's probably true for most women in that profession.
      Thanks for your note :)

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