“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