J A N U A R Y 2 0 0 1 ![]() THE BINDI MIRRORby Greg Delanty | |||||||||||||
![]() (For help, see a note about the audio.) Also by Greg Delanty: Tagging the Stealer (1997) After Viewing The Bowling Match at Castlemary, Cloyne (1847) (1995) The Compositor (1995)
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The small circle which a married woman places on her forehead is known as a bindi ('zero'). These are usually bought ready-made from the market and have become almost a fashion accessory, with every imaginable shape and colour to match the occasion. You'll also come across a wide variety of used bindis stuck to the mirrors in hotel bathrooms!
India, Lonely Planet Travel Survival Kit Here we are, ringed in the circular mirror, you in front,head bowed, brushing rat's nests and static from hair that's the long sable-silk of Indian women. We're oblivious of each other in that married way that some call oneness, others call blindness. Your O snaps us out of our morning motions as you spot the various bindis round our mirror. The index finger of your wedding-band hand traces from one to another, connecting confetti zeros that are red as the razor-nick on my Adam's apple. Others are inlaid with pearls as if with love itself. Who wore that God's teardrop, that bloody arrowhead, or those joyful signposts, gay-colored as a Hindu temple? O women of such third eyes, did any of you grow weary of the SOLD stickers on your brows, the zeros of your vows? While your men slept did you vanish into the immense Ravana dark of the Indian night? Could you have slipped them off as wedding rings are in hotels on our side of the faithless globe? Below our moving reflection are rows of crimson bindis like tiers of shimmering votive flames. Greg Delanty teaches at St. Michael's College, in Vermont, and is the author of The Hellbox (1998). His poem in this issue will appear in his forthcoming book, The Blind Stitch. All material copyright © 2001 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. |
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