by Omi Anish
Some women who stop dressing up have witnessed war; it is easy for them to imagine blood, they are marked, but you can't spot those marks, they rarely smile, they are easily amused at grass or leaves falling, their eyes carry a hidden shine, they don't need umbrellas, they weep looking at trees, they are fine with dry mouths, they see behind the bitter lips, they don't mind bitter words, they love open windows, they wear clothes and shoes till they tear, they eat up the apple's core, they give away the last piece of bread, they are the last claimants of food; they don't dream of people, they dream in parts of water, air, trees, cleaning, fire, heartbeat, eyes, heights, and sea bed, they know animals too well, they rarely talk, they are not the first to say hello, they love to shop for others, they adore those who dress up and can carry smiles, some women who stop dressing up totally agree with Edison—“The chief function of the body is to carry the brain around.”
