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

A Moody Swing

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

Gaze with Shades

I’m so shy now I wear sunglasses everywhere I go. –Al Pacino What’s in the eyes? A dark moon in a white river. Sometimes there’s a drizzle of hope, But mostly it’s a draught. When they are tired of seeing, they get busy dreaming of things that will be forgotten, Washed away with the dawn … Continue reading Gaze with Shades

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

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

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