sunset

Golden Ray's enter through the open window,

shine on the wall, a yellow rectangle,

The blue sky is set on fire, orange-pink, 

At the horizon, 

I run to the window to see,

The sun set. 

A voyeur.  

There is no illusion bigger than friendship.

Encounter

She appeared like a shadow against the orange glow of the street light, ominous to say the least. A tall woman, big boned, dark skin and long hair, oily, half tied up, the other left loose on either side of her big head. Her eyes were white, spotless, with a look, one that I remember from before. She was grinning, a sadistic smile, a bowl in hand, begging. Her sudden appearance startled me and the look in her eye was enough to get the heart pumping. As I fled from the spot, she followed me, tugging at her hair and pointing at my head, grinning, all teeth were showing.

She disappeared down the street, probably got to the temple in time for the evening rituals when bells were ringing.

I know that feeling very well, can't shrug it off. I am writing here so I don't have to speak of it.

city/ stars

Bombay, a constellation of lives in-between the sky and the sea.

Le Corbusier

This is the model of Corbusier's Chaise Lounge that Rohan for for us from.his trip to Europe.

Pup

& then there are days

of clebration in waiting.
of immense joy and that fills every second.
of a happiness that surrounds your being.
of having to prove that you have been right.
of excitement.
of wanting to scream into the loneliness.
of vaccum.
of an solitary feeling which have no words or expression.
of loneliness.

There are days that bring people together and days that rip them apart.
And there are days that bring people together and separate them in the same instant.