Sarmistha Banerjee
Ekdin Birju se ladh kar Ganji chudail ‘me-time’ ke liye ek art gallery aa jati hain.
Woh paintings dekhti hi rehti hain, tabhi achanak use rone ki awaz sunai deti hai.
Woh mudh ke dekhti hain ek aurat painting ke andar baith ke phut phut ke ro rhi hain.
Ganji chudhail uske roney ki awaz se pareshan hoke puchhti hai ki kya woh aise hi har waqt roti rehti hain?
Woh aurat bolti hain, “nahi main humesha aise hi nahi roti, lekin ek badmash painter hain jo humesha meri rone wali tasveer hi banata hai, to log bas mujhe ‘rondu aurat’ ke naam se pehchante hain.”
Ganji chudhail uski ek aur bhi paintings dekhti hai jahan woh aurat rumaal pakadh ke ro hi rahi hoti hain.
Ye dekh ke Ganji chudhail gusse se aag babula ho jati hai.
Wo uss aurat se khehti hain, “sun behen, agli baar jab woh painter aye, uske saath wo hi karna jo main Birju ko line mein laane ke liye karti hu.”
Dishum!
“Wait…what?!…I really need to stop doomscrolling before bed!”
References:
- Majedar Kahani
- Artists and Their Muses: Pablo Picasso and Dora Maar
- Dora Maar: how Picasso’s weeping woman had the last laugh
Sarmistha Banerjee is on the verge of completing a PhD in Environmental Economics from Jadavpur University, Kolkata. Raised in Palta, a quiet suburban town, she delights in the medium of watercolour because it allows her to exist without friction and let things bleed and settle in their own time. When not painting rebellious females, she is usually seeking the comforts of nature, one brushstroke at a time.
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