The garden of our deepest desires may well be confined to the fecund world of our imagination or be played out time and time again in the syncopated beat of our heart that, like a metronome, sets t...
The garden of our deepest desires may well be confined to the fecund world of our imagination or be played out time and time again in the syncopated beat of our heart that, like a metronome, sets the rhythm of our lives, our pleasures, our loves and makes of them a melody of raw, throbbing beauty where passion is the only life force strong enough to sustain our true being, the very nature of our flesh and blood selves. It's where we are who we are.
Let us then unchain those gates and allow a pair of hand-struck, love-struck dancing peacocks welcome you to that forbidden bagicha where thokai lotus and hibiscus and frangipani wreaths herald your presence. Feel the wire-ball water-drops of sweet monsoon rain drench the earth around you, sating her yearning to be loved without thought, without discipline, without limit. We must make it our very own by framing it in a mirror-polished ribbon, edged with a topa-karai pattern that guards and decorates, both, and guides prying eyes to the ways of the heart.
A die-punched chandbali with a thick ball-jhur border hovers below this magnificent magical garden, showing how a moonrise can cast a spell of enchantment upon an already mesmerising place of pleasure such as this. The polished, simple onion-dome end-piece and the side-pieces of highly ornate litchis contrast each other and bring a sense of landscape, cleverly using the plain gote-chains as paths emanating from the centrepiece.
The earrings are uncategorizable but tend more towards a kanbala with the wreath doing the honours and the matched peacocks holding up proudly that floral tribute to love.
We've cast our Bashona Bagan in rich yellow 22K gold ; in creating it we've sought to immortalize our right as women to express the hues of our love in our own unique way, to roam our private Garden of Desire with abandon, unfettered.
Who but we can love like we love, live as beautifully as we live, celebrate the unison of our body and soul as we do. If not us, who can teach the world the true meaning of desire.