Bound in silks of white and gold today, the afternoon sun illuminated her figure like a goddess of sorts. Emerald and browns were looking heavenward in amusement, laughing as if the sun was whispering a joke meant just for her. Gold slipper laden feet pattered softly as she wove a path through the streets, putting as much space between herself and the Temple as she could for now. It was her free time, her time to roam and laugh.
She paused at a corner, a henna painted hand curling around a light post for support, poking her veiled head around it. A giggle spilled out behind her free hand, also covered in henna paintings. Mint chocolates looked up the length of the light pole, smiling brightly as thought the pole was speaking to her, too. Or maybe it was just the shining sun that came to rest at the tip of it, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
Gingerly, she stepped out and around the pole to continue on her aimless trek. She was shimmering and chiming as she made her way through the streets, laughter following in her trail. Each movement she made was fluid and precise, every step perfectly calculated. The way she moved was not unlike her life, musical and perfectly premeditated.
"Throughout the dusky firmament advancing, laying to rest the immortal and the mortal, Borne in his golden chariot he cometh, Savitar, God who looks on every creature," she called up to the heavens, arms outstretching from the sari for a brief moment, praising the Sun God, Surya.
She lowers her arms, bangles clanging musically against each other in the process. Soft laughter as the sun caressed her cheek. "Oh, wise Surya, do tell! How is it that you wrest the seven chakra colored horses so early in the morning" Are you naught but tired?" she inquired lightly, a bright smile widening across her face while curiously hazel oculars study the Sun precariously.
A rush of wind came rolling through the alley, flirting along her silken garb and murmuring in her ear; it was almost as though she was floating on air. Another fit of sweet, harmonious laughter ensued behind a henna painted palm while she shook her head vigorously. "I must not be doing a good enough Sūrya namaskāra when you rise," a pregnant pause here as she took other things into consideration for a moment, "Or perhaps I am not doing enough namaskāras altogether, hmm?"
Her bright eyed smile punctured her self-induced reprimand, causing her eyes to sparkle with mirth. The wind came back, a lotus following in its wake, and is it was curling around her in a deep embrace; the lotus was tucked between the palms of her cupped hands. A light blush crept across her cheeks, as she accepted his gift unblinkingly. "You think Shiva is to be disappointed with a Nityanarta like me" Am I naught well at Nataraja?" she asked, a frown tugging downward at the corners of pouting labials. She was of Shiva by birthright, and of Shiva in dancing.
She could feel Surya's hot breath even through the silks; it was warm and moist against her skin. The Sun was pounding down on her, engulfing her in his loving embrace. Gold painted lids shut closed over watering oculars, giving in to the momentary comfort. However it would not last long. The sun was going to set soon, and the clock was chiming. A soft sigh.
"I suppose I am to leave you to your job, Surya. Until next time, wise one," she barely managed to breathe out, suffocating on the heat. One last whisper of winds rustled through her silks, another flutter of sparkling and chiming before the wind died, and the Sun began its slow recede.
Free time was over, but who ever said that the Sun couldn't cheer you up" A smile was threatening to split her face open wide as she danced her way back to the temple, humming softly as she toyed with the lotus in her hands.
She paused at a corner, a henna painted hand curling around a light post for support, poking her veiled head around it. A giggle spilled out behind her free hand, also covered in henna paintings. Mint chocolates looked up the length of the light pole, smiling brightly as thought the pole was speaking to her, too. Or maybe it was just the shining sun that came to rest at the tip of it, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
Gingerly, she stepped out and around the pole to continue on her aimless trek. She was shimmering and chiming as she made her way through the streets, laughter following in her trail. Each movement she made was fluid and precise, every step perfectly calculated. The way she moved was not unlike her life, musical and perfectly premeditated.
"Throughout the dusky firmament advancing, laying to rest the immortal and the mortal, Borne in his golden chariot he cometh, Savitar, God who looks on every creature," she called up to the heavens, arms outstretching from the sari for a brief moment, praising the Sun God, Surya.
She lowers her arms, bangles clanging musically against each other in the process. Soft laughter as the sun caressed her cheek. "Oh, wise Surya, do tell! How is it that you wrest the seven chakra colored horses so early in the morning" Are you naught but tired?" she inquired lightly, a bright smile widening across her face while curiously hazel oculars study the Sun precariously.
A rush of wind came rolling through the alley, flirting along her silken garb and murmuring in her ear; it was almost as though she was floating on air. Another fit of sweet, harmonious laughter ensued behind a henna painted palm while she shook her head vigorously. "I must not be doing a good enough Sūrya namaskāra when you rise," a pregnant pause here as she took other things into consideration for a moment, "Or perhaps I am not doing enough namaskāras altogether, hmm?"
Her bright eyed smile punctured her self-induced reprimand, causing her eyes to sparkle with mirth. The wind came back, a lotus following in its wake, and is it was curling around her in a deep embrace; the lotus was tucked between the palms of her cupped hands. A light blush crept across her cheeks, as she accepted his gift unblinkingly. "You think Shiva is to be disappointed with a Nityanarta like me" Am I naught well at Nataraja?" she asked, a frown tugging downward at the corners of pouting labials. She was of Shiva by birthright, and of Shiva in dancing.
She could feel Surya's hot breath even through the silks; it was warm and moist against her skin. The Sun was pounding down on her, engulfing her in his loving embrace. Gold painted lids shut closed over watering oculars, giving in to the momentary comfort. However it would not last long. The sun was going to set soon, and the clock was chiming. A soft sigh.
"I suppose I am to leave you to your job, Surya. Until next time, wise one," she barely managed to breathe out, suffocating on the heat. One last whisper of winds rustled through her silks, another flutter of sparkling and chiming before the wind died, and the Sun began its slow recede.
Free time was over, but who ever said that the Sun couldn't cheer you up" A smile was threatening to split her face open wide as she danced her way back to the temple, humming softly as she toyed with the lotus in her hands.