Monday, October 15, 2012

The Gorilla’s Bride.

Many romantic novels portray the plight of plain Jane in their stories dealing with the difficulties facing those who seek an honest successful marriage in an intrinsically hypocritical society. The lonely woman, waiting for the tall dark stranger to appear in her life – the eternal virgin waiting for true love to come by ……. and at the last minute like a stranded hitchhiker searching for a lift on the desolate highway of spinster hood. Advancing age sexually and politically scandalized, finally making up her mind to take the socially suicidal step of marrying anyone – throws herself at the mercy of some uncouth boorish man. The fragments of hope she has shored up rub against the ruins of her dreams – while he gropes for the normally employed parts of her body. The trappings are all there - wheels of a town car the suburban house, the occasional barbecue parties fumbling at the faucet, to prevent her tears. Underneath it all there she lies, trapped like a fox – while he is pumping her in and pumping her out, this Gorilla’s bride so to speak. She clings to the fragments hoping they will lead her to wholeness once again – a heap of broken images. If only she could make a wish … make a wish …… vinay

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