interlude

It is difficult not to fall in love with a city that is a living definition of art, culture and music. Florence is a delight. It truly is! From musical streets to sky rising churches, multifold bridges to petite art stores tucked under bridges and between the ridges of wide streets... First week of August may not be the best time to travel Italy as Sun god is really kind and humidity is at its peak but anytime is a good time to be a solo travel a city with such a rich soul. Every street has a story to tell and history to re-live. A city, written like a poem, to be read as a verse.. from Sunset boulevard, overlooking Arno * a paradise of hand-bound books, illustrated with history, decals of florentine motifs, woven into delicate tapestry of fine architecture...  illustrated angel & alike charms on the doorway  enthralling mysteries of parallel street warm niches . colossal drawings     ...

of adorned walls and crowded lanes,  a city with a sea and some hills,  serenity in its loud hauls,  searching for a sudden pause... ...i'm no swag, i'm simple, plain, rather ordinary. I have no jazz, only a simple head that is capable of thinking, dissecting and deciphering. I have studied varied subjects, all had one conclusion keep it simple, yet there is pressure to maintain an image, a facade, a shell that is sophisticated, polished to let others slip..I rather not do that. I would rather embrace others! I'm Bombay!  as soon as you step in, you are part of this well orchestrated band.. familiar faces, familiar language, not so familiar landscape...and a constant awareness of running into people you might have met in the years gone by! memoirs of the 3 beautiful days // Dec 2014 in middle of absolute chaos, to be able to hear your heart, loud... ... more

Pic courtesy : http://www.lovethispic.com/image/35656/autumn Basking in yellow fairy lights, twirling on the tunes of departing spring my being sways on the onset of autumn...Gushed with wind into my premises, the fragrant hues of yellow lilies, pansies and alike... Of romance, Shakespeare and vagrant musings, this autumn sure seems special. Walking, rather tip toeing, scared, scarred, my heart feels indifferent...to pain, happiness and alike... Who am I...enchantress or enchanted...  Mused, misused, my being is free to be a desire, a mistake and alike... Despite of all internal protestation and external assertion my silent past, even quieter future leaves me with a beautiful today...coveted to do nothing but be afloat with this beautiful autumn, romance, sense of being lost on the right path and alike...

....sometimes desire is in the air; sometimes desire is liquid...and every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.”   ― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary.

~ set in the grains of an old paper are the tales of times we can only imagine...times where mystics and myths were being compounded and breathed...The charm of its fragrance is poetic and poignant, reminding of the love and hardships it has experienced, how it has been cherished and then desolated... Reliving the marks of a paper, i realized that each fold had an impact on how I perceived the words squandered on it...and thus the texture started to speak...it's touch against the tip of fingers started unveiling an entirely different story....thus explorations began...sometimes with a fresh sheet, replicating the turmoils of an old paper....sometimes with old ones...trying to understand their destiny...as they unfolded mine!

kuch unsune se shabd chunke, kuch bikhre se khwab bunke, sath main leke khamoshi, iss baar badal aayein hai... najaane iss baar kya kya baatein bujhange!?!

~ the characters have lived in me, breathing them everyday i find and lose myself...

~ exposed spine journal, hand bound! 

~ it might be distant, but your presence brings clarity to my limits...  

I learnt book binding few months back, and this has been one of the most interesting things to do.... ...more to come