Suddenly there he was, his shape filling the doorway. Even though she couldn't see his face, she knew by a thousand little things that it was Ajay. The attendant at the door didn't stop him, sensing someone important. Usually, she was not supposed to let men into the Ladies' Waiting Room.
Hair done any which way
sneakered feet ready to go anywhere
two girls wait to be
picked up by someone
of the male species
transported somewhere
Eddie and whorls,
constant tides of
sweating humanity
surge around her
hallowed feet
Of Indian origin, Sultana Raza has been living in Europe for many years. Her articles (on art, film and humanitarian issues) have appeared in 'aperture', 'ensemble', 'Le Jeudi', 'tageblatt', 'Luxembourg News', 'Luxembourg Business', 'Luxemburger Wort' in English and French.