Today marks nothing in my life, except for another day without you. I trace the timeline of us, yet another time, examining the cracks and tributaries, the blossoms and the springs, the collapses and the feeble surges. Today marks nothing in my life, except for another day without you. I dive into the thought of … More Week 23 – Today.
Be reckless with me, the sunlight is far too golden, for us to not be
Last night my father and I sat down to dinner, in the dimply lit dining room of my uncle’s house. I don’t quite remember the last time my father and I shared a meal, just the two of us. The table had a huge plate of prawn biryani, thayru (curd), chamandi, water, pickle, and two … More Week 21 – Comparing and Contrasting my Father and I
My world ended, not a thing making sense. The how, the what, the why, all pounding my head. Another hour or two, a stronger ray or two, and another day at my doorstep. My face, red and washed out, this is how I welcome it. A private meeting, now just us two. And then, I … More Week 20 – Ends and Beginnings
Not the best editing, or painting, but the thought shine through.
Fun to paint, tough to remember. Oh, blue thoughts.