She held herself close, singing some Marvin Gaye and rocked away, reminding herself what it feels like to wrap your her small hands softly around the hips of the woman she loves. All the women had come with passion and gone with short, staggered breath. She whispers into her ear, "love me now." The possible haunting decree of loves messy flees from her life. She had never made promises of infinite love for herself as she had to the one who broke her heart. "I love you."
|Santoshi Ma, a Hindu Goddess that emerged in the early 1960's with popularity in North India. She is deemed Mother of Satisfaction, an emblem of love, contentment, forgiveness, happiness and hope.|