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
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.