1500 word General Fiction
In desperation towards a basic instinct.
Eshwari stood unmoving at the far end of the great marbled Hall. An elaborate casket lay at its centre, under a jasmine-festooned marquee. She envisioned his body, draped in white silk, in a permanent yogic stillness. A paralysis no tantric magic could penetrate. There would be a stiff smirk on his sensual lips. She sighed, taking in the scene and the solemn, sandalwood-scented air.