The colour white is the absence of memory. -Stephen King Her people had given up colour to mark their resistance. They only wore black. Funny, she thought,black is the unity of all colours. But she obliged nonetheless,burdened by the grief of her people and their shame. Shame of being powerless.But they couldn’t get inside her head. Inside, it was … Continue reading The Colourful Whiteness
There is no reason why she is doing what she is doing, but she is doing it anyway. Much like the whirlpool of her many moods. When she is not being a total nuisance and destroying perfectly aligned patterns and cutlery, she is too busy being grumpy. Why? Because she doesn’t know. Because she looked … Continue reading A Moody Swing
I’m so shy now I wear sunglasses everywhere I go. –Al Pacino What’s in the eyes? A dark moon in a white river. Sometimes there’s a drizzle of hope, But mostly it’s a draught. When they are tired of seeing, they get busy dreaming of things that will be forgotten, Washed away with the dawn … Continue reading Gaze with Shades
“Don’t play the odds. Play the man.” – Gabriel Macht aka Harvey Specter I have been working for several years now. Working for a living I mean. The transition from being a person to a professional wasn’t an easy one. There was this one person I always … Continue reading Work it Boss
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
“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 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