Jasbir Chatterjee

(4 March 1966 / Delhi)

A Corporate Party


The angry, glaring sunlight had left for the day.
The air had a soothing chill and a soft breeze was blowing…
Night was fast approaching
In all its splendor
With a halo of glimmering moonlight,
Ripe, mature, in full bloom
Holding out promise of joys and pleasures
Still not experienced, only fantasized about….

The party was on in full swing…
And there I was, shuffling around uneasily,
Dressed as per the prescribed code…
Talking, smiling, and eating politely
Playing silly games as per the host's instructions;
Liquor was being served freely and in abundance;
The music played on, loud and lively…
Finally it was over and we could leave…

The hostess of the evening stood near the door
Sipping from a goblet of red wine
We said goodbye…
She smiled and ran her fingers through her long, silky, black hair with practiced sophistication,
Turned around and went back to the party…
The stragglers watched and cheered
As she raised her glass to her lips and downed the remaining dregs
Of the heady drink of Liberty and Freedom…

Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, May 08, 2012

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