Or Empress, which she always was!
I was recently watching the movie “Memoirs of a Geisha”, which follows a similar pattern to the above.
A poor Japanese girl sold off to a “geisha house” (they’re girls meant to “entertain”, NOT provide paid sex, though the line often blurs) – who rises (first via training, then years of menial labor and then training again) to become one of Japan’s top geishas – now the movie has been heavily criticized for not depicting the geisha life accurately – did it?
I dont know – the book’s always better.
That could be the Bourne series. Jurassic Park. Or even this book – it’s always 10x times better than the movie which always ends up emphasizing the dramatic parts more.
Which takes away in my opinion from the REAL story – the MIND, which is what really counts.
Oh, Serving an Indian Goddess as well – though that ain’t made it to the silver screen as yet. One day tho!
As for whether or not it depicts the life of a geisha accurately, a certain Countess Paula would be best placed to comment! Haha.
Anyway – where does that fit in HERE?
Well, simple – Bhagwati Ma’am once happily said the above (in the title to me) as she lay there in the darkness, legs spread wide apart, confident in the knowledge all I’d do would be to obey her orders, rub her legs, feet – while she lay there noisily crunching her FOOD!
My, what a turn on!
Truly from a servant to a QUEEN, which she always was for me, and remember, she made the leap from badly paid labor to a “servant” (maid) in India (better paid) herself.
Nothing if not ambitious is this older QUEEN!
And the more I serve her, the more I love my place as her SLAVE, her chattel – underfoot forever, even if those poor soles keep getting cracked xx!
Paye Lagu, Bhagwati Ma’am – you’re so NICE!
And as I wait for her to come (she’s ordered me like Garima Madam often did – to keep the Room COOL for her (no A/c though, Madam doesnt much like it as YET, she isn’t used to it!)) – I better go and do what I have to, keep water etc ready for her, both to drink, and wash her feet before she collapses for her massage.
“Aj tere se ache se malish karwaungi” came the GRIN on the phone. Hehe.
Took her a while to get used to it – a sum total of … less than a day.
So it should be.
She’s a Goddess, at the top of the food chain, and always knew it. Again, so it should, shall be – and IS!
Paye Lagu, Madam! I wrote THESE odes to you, but every one of them, too little!
Haha.
Best,
MW
PS – Touching each foot reverently, so arrogantly SPLAYED out pigeon footed, what a RUSH, what an HONOR!
