He’s an artist of reality.
seconds after the shutters click
when people aren’t posing anymore.
Only with his eyes.
I actually wrote this post five months ago. But instead I published this one, in its place. I guess this post felt too raw, too out-there and (fine, I admit!) I was a tad superstitious about sounding too smug-happy. I feel a lot more confident about bringing this out so…
I was burrowing through my closet the other day. Buried beneath the long-forgotten scarves and shawls and tee-shirts, I found an album. Just before he left for his first trip back home to Delhi, he asked me, What shall I get you from there? And I said. Yourself. Lots of yourself….
I ate two eggs this morning, breaking my week long vegetarian diet. The idea came to me when I was researching ‘Depression diet’ after my post last night. I’ve lived among so many people who claim depression and tried to support them in my inadequate, fumbling ways that it never…
These things never go away.If there has ever been history, it will show even if you are in the same room. Yes, very dramatic. And perhaps romantic. Heartening, even to some. But reality seems to indicate otherwise. Attraction, like everything else, is impermanent. Or perhaps I’m only thinking of fancy…