Papia Ghoshal

Papia Ghoshal

in the Rogue Angels Column of

Rogue Magazine

Breaking Down the Barriers between Desire and Reality 

By Andrew Rudder ~ andrew@roguemag.ca.

© 2011 Rogue Enterprises, Inc.

I looked from the top of Sandakfu as far as the Arabian sea. 

I could not find a woman of such beauty with such a high quality as superbly rich Darjeeling tea.

I searched West Bengal, stretching from the Himalyas in the North to the Bay of Bengal in the south; through Kolkata and every major city. 

And I could not find a woman who gives such a high degree of aesthetic pleasure to the senses as Papia Ghoshal who is

imbued with eye-filling femininity.

Like the Indian Goddess Lakshmi she is the embodiment of boundless beauty.

A ravishing woman of golden complexion standing resplendently on a full-bloomed lotus; she is a pulchritudinous mystery full of internal potentiality.

The measured fitness and proportionate arrangement of all the parts of her beauteous face and body make an aesthetic equilibrium; a truly sublime symmetry.

When she goes out for a walk men and women alike eye her like a hawk.

Because she is more beautifully iridescent and resplendently graceful than an Indian peacock.

Her blissful beautiful big black eyes are so dark that a man could become eternally lost in their enchanting exotic unfathomableness. 

The provocativeness of her Junoesque statuesque