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

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 Hole Stun

“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