“Will you blog about today?” he murmured.
Outside almost curtained windows, a hot afternoon had turned to the kind of evening she’d describe as romantic or dreary depending on who she spent it with. End of day or night being born, depending on who she answered.
Inside, she thought, was like a sepia toned photograph.
A spoken word performance by Ramya Pandyan at The Habitat, Mumbai titled ‘LULLABY’.
The Divorce Papers: A Novel by Susan Rieger My rating: 4 of 5 stars This is a story of a divorce, with minor sub-plots of corporate politics and a side romance. I enjoyed the epistolary format (this one used not only correspondence but also notices, newspaper clippings, invitations, lists and…
Last week someone asked me, “Are you an impulsive person?” I pulled from my stock of well thought out answers (there, doesn’t that already tell you what it is?) and replied that I made considered decisions, which included giving impulse some consideration. This morning I thought about impulse. I thought…
Today I’m going to talk about love. It’s an overused term, I know. But I haven’t written about it in a long time. Not really. I have been suspicious of love, waged war with it, tried to control it, compartmentalise it and even ignore it. Today, I sit down with…
For Shreyasi, who understands what I don’t say as well. And for the person this conversation happened with. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ How are things? What things? You know…are you dating anybody? I haven’t heard you talk about any women. I haven’t liked any women. Turn left here, it’s around the corner. What…
So I did the #10YearChallenge. And this is what I figured out about myself. View this post on Instagram A post shared by IdeaSmith 💄🌱📚❓✍️ (@ideasmithy) I’ve not gained a lot of kilos in ten years. But I have accumulated memories that give me a certain jaded, wary, not-much-impresses-me-anymore look….
“inside”, the seeds of our manifested universe..
Did the protagonist finally find some peace in the sepia tone or was it a detached observation by a stanger on the shore yonder.
Khush: There is peace in detachment, isn’t there? And ‘sepia tones’ evoke different sentiments in different people….what do they do to you?
To me sepia would definitely be a introspection with the shackles of civility cracking from the galloping force of will and imagination, thereby delivering me to the azure horizon.
To me sepia would definitely be an introspection with the shackles of civility cracking from the galloping force of will and imagination, thereby delivering me to the azure horizon.
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beautiful…the words are pure poetry.