He insisted,
I tell you I have the Midas touch!
She said,
I believe you. Only you are Midas in reverse.
You only touch that which is already gold.
He laughed. She did too.
She didn’t tell him she was thinking
Midas turned life into cold metal.
But you could bring gold back to life.
I love colour. Bright, vibrant hues lift my mood. What’s on the outside is connected to what’s on the inside and I like them in harmony. I’m a summer child. A Mumbaiker lives with a permanant layer of humidity on the skin. And that’s as good as my city hugging…
So we are a city of metrosexual men? Hmm. I guess I should revise my preferences. Let it never be said that I’m not fair. So welcome, men, to the joys of beautification! That said, let me extend the olive branch to my insofar suffering male counterparts and attempt to…
I had a chance to get this off my chest last year. I’m so grateful for the stage giving me a chance to voice things that had been eating away my insides for too long. I’ve been silenced by well-meaning friends and others who are just inconvenienced by anything other…
@ K: And thank you for dropping by and reading it!
brilliantly written or should i say perceived. thanks, for writing this piece.
My my….how about finding some Midas-like for us too. 🙂
@ Shreyasi: That’s idealistic, isn’t it? Even hopeless romantics have to face reality sometime.
@ Sakshi: There aren’t any Midases in real life. Reverse or otherwise.
IS,
hopeless romantics dream better and can see and feel the ‘Midas in reverse’unlike many others who have nicely ironed them out.
@ Wiseling, Someonearbit, Sherriff, Perspective Inc.: Thenk yew!
@ Sadim: She in my story, doesn’t think about whether it is a boon or a curse. She just knows what she sees, what he thinks and what really is.
@ Vi: Just perceptive perhaps? Or a hopeless romantic, more likely.
Nice!
A wise one, she is.
superb
Midas thought he had a boon, but t’was a curse
He assumed she spoke of a curse, she knew t’was a boon
Beautiful !
Waah, kya baat hai! bahut khoob 🙂