Of Sex And All That
Photo Credits : The Nebula Quiet by Kira Issar
Location : Model's appartment, Gurgaon
Her mother stared at her from across the table. In those eyes, she saw the face of years of cultural conditioning, which was now taking the shape of remorse and disgust - the anger flowing like a steady stream of water on the canvas . . .
She flies, she flies
In the vermillion skies.
There's a fiery light
She moves down and down,
To the sienna burnt earthen browns.
They're dark, they're light,
They're full of . . .
From reel to real
She walked towards him. Every step of hers, underlined with grace and appealing mannerisms. "Why do you act so helpless?", her voice echoing through the audience. He stared back at her with no efforts to contain the irritation. "Oh! So . . .
The dormant state
In an inquisitive tone, he asked her, "You haven't been writing lately, right?" "Hmm", came the reply. As if to avoid sounding . . .
It was all chaos. Her world was falling apart. She blindly climbed the flight of stairs and reached the apartment. Standing in front of the french window, she examined the massive expanse of the land that lay before her. Barren and empty like her own . . .
The Extra Mile
He woke up hurriedly at 7.30 AM. The alarm had been put to snooze over three
times. Ah! A little extra ten minutes of . . .
She pressed the disconnect button and threw the phone in full force. It banged against the wooden cupboard and fell open. The child came running and wondered what had happened. A wave of frustration arose in her. Anger, despair, . . .