The Assassin's Song (2007)
The Assassin's Song
“Shilpa sat with Bapu-ji in the pavilion; she had a copy of the Gita in her hand, from which she read to him from time to time, and he interpreted. It was late afternoon. Another assistant came and sat with them for a while, then left. Soon after, Shilpa stood up from her chair, went to stand behind my father, and tenderly, lovingly massaged his head, her long fingers grasping, caressing the crown, rubbing his scalp end to end, side to side. Her face was flushed from the heat, her parrot-green s...ari clung to her long, willowy body. Her thick long braid fell in front of her. Leaning against the large Jaffar Shah grave, I watched this intimacy, wondered why I had never seen Ma in such closeness with Bapu-ji. His face, under the ministrations of this devotee, had attained a serene glow. I didn't know he had headaches, for that is what I assumed the massage was for, or that he could even fall sick. The doctor always came for Mansoor or me.
Didn't Bapu-ji see the woman in the devotee, despite his own chaste nature; didn't he smell her perfume, the sweat of her exertion, hear her breath go in and out, her deliciously pointed breasts heave in accompaniment?MoreLess
Didn't Bapu-ji see the woman in the devotee, despite his own chaste nature; didn't he smell her perfume, the sweat of her exertion, hear her breath go in and out, her deliciously pointed breasts heave in accompaniment?MoreLess
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