The Colourful Whiteness

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

Work it Boss

“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

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

Winter My Muse

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

Black Maxi Woman

“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