Choona Aur Chooriyan

Just beautiful

Thanks so much everyone. One of the main reasons I sent this piece to ``Chowk`` was the very complex reading of this issue. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), I am of the belief that once a piece is written, it is best to step back and let the literature (not that I would be *so * bold to call a few words of mine thrown together ``literature``...) take on it`s own life. I, too, have my interpretation of this... but, I am far more interested in what everyone else says.

Thanks again!

-Uzma :-)

Beautiful!

``whitewashed`` walls that imprison. I think these are the forced morality, forced pure life of hypocrisy that is forced on poeple in/from the land of the pure and thier helplessness against it. roses wihtout thorns indeed!

Your description of the woman led me to believe she was used as a decorative `piece`, rather than a warm blooded human.

Hiddedn from the brilliance of the sun. away from the warmth of nature in to a cold , sterile ``pure`` unnatural cocoon created by society/family.

I am not sure if I understood this. But I think this may be about a woman who has lived in seclusion all her life. The last part appears morbid-Is it me or does she kill herself?

I like it very much. Especially the line about roses without thorns blocking her passage. How true it is! For sometimes it is not the brute force that keeps one in golden cages but those very unthreatening roses.

And how could anyone want to step on a rose to make their way out?

the last look home.
the first look home.

Interesting thoughts. A welcome addition to CHOWK.

Ras