Let there be light.

There is Cliff Richards playing in the background. The night is cool and the laptop warm on my stretched out legs. Its been a while since I wrote here. I have forgotten a lot of things that I wanted to jot. The month has been quick to pass. I don't know whether I am happy about it or sad or just plain neutral.

Ka and Music Room are still sitting close by with bookmarks a little more than half-way through. A thin sheet of dust on them tells me that I have neglected them too long. They need a hug and a flip. They want to be heard. I will hear them out tonight and let them lie near my thin blanket when my eyes close to wander in a parallel world.

The stage was set on fire. There was a splash of blood red. A flush of pink light. And three actors I admire a lot. The phone receiver was off. The milkman had raped one of the maids while having an affair with the other. The madame, dressed in black, more conscious of her fur than her imprisoned monsieur, refused to drink the cup of tea. It had ten sleeping pills. The role-plays had exhausted the maids. They sought salvation in crime. Domination turned into an obsession masked as love. But slaves don't love one another. Its filth. Everything was played to the hilt.

I have been away too long. It was my decision and I don't regret it. But there are times when I wish for things to be different. Wish that the choices from which I had to choose were different. Life would be different. I don't know if I'd like it more that way. One never knows. Thats the beauty of it all.

I will paint soon. Holding the brush to a canvas; letting the bristles tickle the cloth beneath. The cloth shall bleed the colours I want. There are far too many that I want. It will camouflage what I truly feel.

As I yawn I move towards my books. Its a far far better place I go to. Goodbye world. Let tomorrow unfurl well for all.