Loss

... Vina, by contrast, glows. All the light in the photograph seems to have been sucked towards her. We are shadowy bodies revolving around her sun. Ormus Cama sits besides her, like a dog begging to be fed. Half of me is in the picture too. I asked a waiter to take the photo but he didn't frame it right. It doesn't matter. I remember what I looked like. I looked the way you look when you're about to lose the thing that matters most.
-- Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet

[ 07 August 2004 1:55 am submitted by Unknown ]