#sareespeak #womenofsareespeak #105
#SS 35/2021 #cotton #oxytocin
The Happy Hormone.
Disclaimer. A naughty post. Not really. Depends on what you consider naughty or nice.
Three decades ago, there lived a young couple in Malaysia, living quite ordinary existences, before the babies came along, work, home, walks, dates, chores except that they got invited to cultural events quite frequently, being musicians.
So, off they went to a music concert by eminent musicians from abroad. The lady all dolled up in a rich classic kanjivaram silk, the gentleman, looking quite suave in his silk Kurta veshti shawl.
They were led to the front of the auditorium, seated smack in the centre in the first row.
The kutcheri commenced with a brisk Varnam, followed by a krithi on Ganesha.
The krithis flowed, endless, divine, with alapanas, kalpanaswarams, niravals, thanams that drove the lady, and the rest of the audience, I suspect, to a state of euphoria.
Oxytocin overload.
She leaned towards him, whispered in his ear, her eyes on the stage.
The gentleman nodded, unflinching, hair no 65 in place, but a smile played about his lips, which threatened to break into a guffaw.
Fast forward to the Present.
The babies have grown to be young women, she plays the same stunt at concerts, kutcheris when oxytocin intoxicates her into a state of bliss.
And wouldn’t you like to know what she whispered? #theme for June?
Something naughty, musical, blissful.
In that near state of bliss in a Cotton. Magenta purple borders and pallu, autumnal colours of rust, orange, with a striped magenta matching blouse. Signalling the end of autumn.
Apologies for these endless photos with my veena. Sometimes that’s all I can salvage from the home paparazzi’s clicks.
Bavani’s Happy Place 