Feel loved, feel happy, and feel good about yourself. Go, flaunt that list of books you have read, share the movies you watched, post those travel pics of yours and the life recaps, make that resolution (well, again), dance your way into the new year or sleep your way into it, arrive gracefully waltzing or embarrassingly tripping, in your senses or completely sloshed, be loud or quiet, take in the morning sun or bathe in the moonlight, cherish the moment with your loved ones or savour your solitude. Do whatever the hell you want, whatever brings you happiness. Be upbeat, be unapologetic!
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The Still Life of Oranges
Sitting cross-legged, basking in the dappled sun, sunlight falling on, off leaves, spilling, splashing, us peeping out the balcony bars, teeth sunk into the tangy pulp of oranges, spitting out the small pips, smelling citrus and reading the book in front. Orange, the colour and the fruit. Scents and images often stir sensibilities and evokeContinue reading “The Still Life of Oranges”
Nanima and the Endless Summers
When you are a child, there are days of endless summer, the slow summer of dreams. Same as the year before, same the year after. Familiar people, familiar places, abundance of warmth and love and laughter, endless run across the faraway fields, small fists and in them endless clumps of grass and stars. Then one morning you wake up and the lingering long summer ends, sudden and abrupt. You’ve grown up, the places are left far behind and the people you loved so dearly have suddenly grown old.
Wish You A Happy New Year
I would also be the one to tell you to disobey, to break pattern, to not conform, to go out in the rain and tap dance, be loud or quiet, the way you are, the way you like it. Build and break and fail, put together and take apart, draw horribly, write terribly, notes and poems and love letters, croon songs in bad pitch, dance the way I do (it’s really bad), put on some heels and step on some precious toes, make mistakes, a lot of them. There’s no one proper way to do it, nobody has it figured out. There’s just that kid in the playschool and all else is posturing.
Books, movies & a note to myself: Write
Hello stranger, I am going to speak to you and then some to myself. A word of caution though, I as a whisperer to the best of my knowledge am both uncertain and unreliable. As I sit to put some words to paper at 3 in the morning, the hour of the dead, I rememberContinue reading “Books, movies & a note to myself: Write”
Addicted to Being Alone
As I begin writing this piece, I see two daring little songbirds, alight upon the rope outside my window, do a quick recee of what’s inside the room and then fly away. I wish I could identify and tell you, what those twittering tiny black birds were. But my knowledge in this regard is soContinue reading “Addicted to Being Alone”
Somesh | Katyayan 