Into the Blues

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

A Shape-shift Tale

“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