To the outside. In the Train. A quaint café. The numb bride. The old lady with the deepest of creases. A bustling city and its nightlife. A secret Crush. The dead mornings and bright sunflowers. All bundles into a book; but each of these being inspired from around that makes us look back into ourselves. The characters drawn in here are Us; within Us and from Us. It makes one reckon that we indeed lead vulnerable lives in the pace of the world. And we just have two choices; to embrace it or challenge it. It’s all up to you, to live it. Engage in visual treats churning your emotional quotients in copious amounts through the words in here.
And the journey had just begun.
sometimes, we encounter those seconds where we are content with our goodbyes. we love the attention we give our emotions at that time, that the heart hardly feels heavy anymore - during goodbyes.
The Wooden Board of Beasts
As the room is emptied with thinning footsteps and just John and his sister with the corpse left behind, the room gives out its familiar moody second skin. The air turns heavy and rusty. A noisy fan rattles above them. John removes the cloth of their beautiful mother’s face; pale after her tiff with mighty death, creased skin remaining after a hard life she lived, closed eyelids that still looked beautiful even after all the brutality of the world she had witnessed; those which never lost its warmth and curiosity, crowned with a faint smile on the lips that he’d never forget in years to come. As his sister falls on the corpse to cry, John’s eyes water and smiles at his mother, mutters, ‘ safe journey, mama.’