Tag: #red
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#red
Last night, the sound of my own heartbeat woke me up. It beat so loudly, so certainly, as if it would continue to beat forever. I lay there listening to it for a while, trying to understand why and how these things inside our chests work and suddenly I remembered Amrita Sher-Gill. Yesterday, I had…
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A little red love note
Sometimes, I forget that you can remember me almost as much and as little. Because I am always inside myself, I forget, dear, that I exist outside. That other people can see me, and that I am as seen, as visible and perhaps as invisible as the others. That I am not the only one…
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A short photo about red
I hesitated to enter the room as I saw him playing an imaginary piano and I looked and looked at his hand till it became separate from his body and I thought how beautiful, how different his hands look from the rest of him, almost as if they were someone else’s hands with someone else’s…
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Tainted Margins IV
Jaipur: home, childhood and all other things. Last week, in my city, they asked me what my surname was. One of us, they must have thought. They told us that May 16th will make everything better. Cleaner. That they don’t sell houses to others. That they will sell the house to us. You are like…
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Red.
Miguel Rio Branco: Saul Leiter: Manto: At six in the morning, the man selling frozen ice sticks from a pushcart next to the petrol pump is stabbed to death. His body lay on the road until seven, while water from the melting ice keeps falling on the dead body in steady driblets. At quarter past…
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Paris/Calcutta.
Today, I found a piece of chewed gum on the railing. Last tango. Last tango. Cities, like fates, resemble each other. The mural of Moulin Rouge in Moulin Rouge, Park Street. It looks so much like Calcutta, I thought. And then I remembered Calvino: “Every time I describe a city I am saying something…
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Mulberry
And when I take off my glasses, everything turns bokeh. The beauty is the out-of-focus at times. I am wearing a woolen cap made in Iceland. What are you doing? The blur is a beautiful thing, you know. It tells us we are there somewhere, just not close enough. People look like thumbprints from here,…
Beyond Six Rivers 