Dui Naari is a book by Sunil Ganguli, two stories about two different women. Here're two stories of two different women, and I just had to borrow his title:
and there's music in a washing machine
A mother's lap
or a disturbing dream
or some late morning sleep
When I'm dead, you'll cuddle up, eyes closed, still.
There is a pause somewhere,
longer than a comma,
Has the free fall ended in a stark white page?