I actually ate Khichdi today and read it while after it, my khichdi was a detox one without oil or ghee and your writeup brought the required masala and flavours I needed! The urgency of the deadlines looming on your head for the things that you promised yourself and others I can relate to that. I want to hug the Sri who was crying because there were warm idlis and onion chutney and she couldn't eat and wanted to eat! Oh, the naivety and the innocence of that age and the emotions.
"What then is art? When does the wild desire to embrace morph into this innate desire to conform? Where lie the edges between commitment and prison walls? Where? " - thank you for asking these crucial questions.
I will play with autumn leaves as I stroll out tomorrow in quest of Durga and remember that these playful leaves will nourish me through the winter chill
"promises that are not hardcore “deadlines”
Wonderful thought!
Beautiful write up.
I actually ate Khichdi today and read it while after it, my khichdi was a detox one without oil or ghee and your writeup brought the required masala and flavours I needed! The urgency of the deadlines looming on your head for the things that you promised yourself and others I can relate to that. I want to hug the Sri who was crying because there were warm idlis and onion chutney and she couldn't eat and wanted to eat! Oh, the naivety and the innocence of that age and the emotions.
"What then is art? When does the wild desire to embrace morph into this innate desire to conform? Where lie the edges between commitment and prison walls? Where? " - thank you for asking these crucial questions.
I will play with autumn leaves as I stroll out tomorrow in quest of Durga and remember that these playful leaves will nourish me through the winter chill