Category Archives: Blue Funk

La vie en Violet: septième partie

Posted on September 19, 2017 by

Resignation is a curious thing to surrender to. What it does is that it saps you of the will to live. I think I am depressed because I wake up in the morning one day and groan that the world … Continue reading →

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La vie en Violet: sixième partie

Posted on September 17, 2017 by

What they don’t tell about workaholics is that the pleasure and purpose of working changes to rage and resentment. Insidiously. So much so that I can’t remember when it began. Just that slight annoyance at someone else’s badly done work … Continue reading →

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Kiss

Posted on July 25, 2017 by

The universe puts Two friends in a room Rolls a joint Makes them smoke it Soon he starts to sing And she laughs languishing on the bed. He lies beside her As they always do. He touches her body Trails … Continue reading →

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Summer

Posted on July 21, 2017 by

I know you won’t think of me now. When the sun scoops vanilla clouds And there are new friends Planning exciting summer picnics And dances mid summer nights. When you can share your dreams With colourful people who enjoy Without … Continue reading →

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Ageing

Posted on May 17, 2017 by

Cities change. That familiar landmark next to the empty lot doesn’t look the same anymore now that the empty lot is a seven storied building. That’s what strikes me on Instagram. My city has changed. It’s no longer familiar. While … Continue reading →

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Somebody to Love

Posted on December 26, 2016 by

The beauty about life is that you will always end up learning, and especially learning not to be a smug, superior, self-righteous prick. You think you will never have an affair with a loserly, married man, no, not you with … Continue reading →

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Parvati’s Grief

Posted on May 30, 2016 by

You lose a baby. The weight of that sentence is so heavy and thick with grief that the world tilts on its axis, and everything shifts. You can’t shift away from that numbing loss that makes you lose interest in … Continue reading →

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