Urban Fables
December 2007
When Vatsayana finished compiling the Kamasutra, a goddess visited him. She saw him lying exhausted across his wooden desk, legs stretched on either side. Her ethereal eyes glided over the room. The oil in the lamp was nearly extinguished, making the room blink occasionally, with its few last minute bursts of flaming energy. The room was quiet, except for the sound of crickets and the hoot of an owl immediately outside the window. Palm leaf scrolls lay around untidily – with Vatsayana’s passionate scribbles, scratches, and sensual drawings.