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 . . .
Of An Open Wound
Layers of paper coated the walls. He hated the galvanized iron structure. It reminded him of all that was pent up inside. The corrugation like the scars in his heart - hot-dipped,cold-rolled, pressed hard against the quagmire of life. The pitches and depths . . .
She read his checkered patterns in a manner which could only suggest intimate nostalgia.The top one there as she remembered, had brought him unparalleled wisdom. It had come earlier than she had ever expected. She smiled at the crow's feet . . .
Through The Weight
A riot of colors danced upon him. You could not have called them Indian yellows or Gangetic greens. They were only Himalayan. The Himalayas - a phenomena in themselves. The harsh natural setting of his dwelling had brought a kind steadfastness to . . .