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

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