(1) 
it was our anniversary.
he had gifted me imported chocolates.
at the red light,
in between kisses and chocolates
intruded a voice...
a ragged creature with a stained face
asking for my chocolates,
offering to bless me in exchange.
i hated her then
although i threw out the chocolates.
i saw her licking her fingers afterward.
(2)
cool breeze, perfumed air
we five friends are trying on mehendi
its eleven in the night, but this is a posh locality
shiela dixit will ensure our security
and then a urgent pressure on my hands
"buy my roses, didi, do buy my roses"
i shrink from the touch
i shoo her away
she keeps coming back with her near wailing cry,
her desperation evident in her pleading.
i look at her
a stone cold set face,
hardened beyond any feeling
(3)
yesterday i saw her
she was staring out at me
from a rembrandt painting.
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