These yellow forts and palaces Home to centuries of memories
What do the waves say?
From the start of this year we started using veils on our faces to protect ourselves from the deadly coronavirus.
Lie with me, here,
There is comfort in familiarity but boredom in the too-familiar. I am not the adventurous type; does that mean that I’m missing out on the nicer things in life? Probably, but that’s okay.
Peel back my facades, One after another,
I often wonder, who am I?
A city renders us into faceless silhouettes. Insignificant.
Travelling across the city, I found different individuals sleeping in public places such as parks, roads, stations, etc. The one thing that fascinated me was their careless but fearless attitude. When I encountered them, I felt a sense of tranquility, a sense of beauty.
How do you escape loneliness, When it follows you everywhere?
It doesn’t stop. One day you hear of someone’s passing and you let out a sigh. This time you feel the warm air trapped in your mask. You haven’t
Round and round we walk, we go
People, faces, and invisible places
In between who I am
Our childhoods are filled with memories of cricket, football and jumping around the house for no reason.