Dedicated to Astha and Sidharth, for your clothes are the yin to my yang. There is nothing wrong in conflict. She said. She was a strange soul, clumsily finding her way into the woods. She trespassed every place she was asked not to. She avoided every road that was illuminated. Perhaps she wanted to find … Continue reading Into the Blues
“I paint with shapes” –Alexander Calder She was not made of desire, saccharine kisses or mid-summer dreams. She wasn’t a thing of beauty, because she did not know what ugly was. She was free within the periphery of her dreams. She was lost, said some. But that didn’t worry her because freedom was not her … Continue reading A Shape-shift Tale
Winter is to the heart what gravity is to the tree. It keeps you rooted. It keeps you free. -TheBurbakGypsy When you walk the streets on a gloomy, sun-deprived morning, nose deep-freezed, and a gust of silken chill brushes against your bare cheeks, what do you think? I think of a lover from a past … Continue reading Winter My Muse
“I’d give you my last slice of bacon. It’s true love bebeh.” -ME It’s all about love. *Yawn* Just kidding. I love love. I love how love means different things to different people. Love is the only feeling that has no logical explanation. Like the daily progression from night to day, the rotation of the … Continue reading Skirt. Love. Woof.
“Black is everything beautiful. Everything shines brighter in black.” I went to Kolad, a remote hill around Pune. The mood was black. No, not the dark or sullen kind. But introspective and bright, much like a night sky. It was a forest mostly, with little to very less capitalist invasion. It was still very basic, effortless, … Continue reading Black Maxi Woman
“Black is such a happy colour darling!” – Morticia Adams Colours are so important to us as a species. Animals, plants and trees don’t get to decide what colour they will wear on a rainy day or a gloomy Monday morning. They live with what they are blessed with, comforted by singularity. And we, the people, … Continue reading Black Hole Stun
“Where’s your will to be weird?” -Jim Morrison Everybody wants to be ‘different’. Everybody wants to ‘unique’. Nobody wants to be weird. For what is weird? Weird is unexpected. Weird is outrageous. Weird is silly, stupid and downright mad. Weird can’t be bought and sold in XS or XL. Weird can’t be exchanged … Continue reading