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 . . .
Like a hurting muscle
“Can you knead my feet please?” Hearing him, she instantly sat down on the floor. Supporting her self on her right elbow, she leaned against the bedside, where he was tucked away in the blanket. The clock pointed to . . .
I watched them liking enslaving writings. Writings about the lovers they lost,
the battles they fought and the depressing stuff. They joyously spent,
a dozen and a half minutes, in reading poems of heartbroken girls . . .
"Baby, am I difficult to be with?" He asked with a tone mixed with humor and curiosity. She avoided his question at the first instance. In his mind ran a hundred thousand thoughts. She had fallen for the untraceable . . .