I feel like clouds, aptly a lone cloud wondering over vast expence of endless possibilities sprouting - dissolving simultaneously in the strange universe. A universe I own, yet with perfect control over all the beings
animate and inanimate I don't feel like the ultimate God-head, bearer of all, whose air bending, mind boggling supernaturals I excercise in this dream sequence inside my head.

I was standing at the edge of the tallest building in the area, overlooking all the small houses stacked over eachother around the periphery of the serpent reverine passing through this little town my parents choose to raise me.It was one of routine adventures of my rogue cloud forms. Occassional sips of perfect concoction, 100ml coke, some chat masala and a quick squeeze of fresh lime were my only companions except for the random hate projected in poetic verces from the neighborhood crows. Lost in thoughts I was tensed, lemon sour burnedout.

I just had a dog tussel with my parents, they want me to take science in my senior years now you tell me, the artist I am how can I just waste my life in the physics lab whose rabbit hole window reminds of jails, those pendulum noose around my free soul , on the order for the jailer professors drain every bit of creative force from this artist's body. I will rather be first poor my whole life and enjoy the likes of Amrita Shergil. The canvas calls me with a mermaid voice seducing me with passion. Oh how rosey a new canvas smell and those wonder stench are no less than workshops of best peefumists in France.

Ask any artist, members of 'our' kin are addicts, addicted to aesthetics of life and what it has to offer, we die and resuscitate with every wave of emotions rising and falling in our ocean hearts, this way we are at par with Lord are not we ? We are no less philosophers than Russueo, Plato or Euclid, but we are different something these dead serious, plain word exuding see all in blcak and white machines can not be. We admire, enjoy, live our pain, melancholy and trauma with the same enthusiasm we do our victories for they are yet another opportunity to create art, adding meaning to existence of countless beings. We are the keepers of universe's biggest secrets and we work under cover for alines and yes we have ray guns! cool is not it ? we also have memory erasers no dumbo we do not we are as humans as you are, it is just that we are little sensitive when it comes to emotions.

Anyways lost in my thoughts as I was, my eyes observing the mess of these tiny cars moving alongside eachother, some speeding some halting to screeches yet others minding their own business. I enjoy this place it is my comfort sack. Look we all need that one place where we can just be, no worries, no calls, no texts, no masks, no bondages just us and for me this roof does the job, when the world weighs me down, it all just does not make any sense I climb these stairs snugly tracepassing the gate that stands between me and my ownself. I know it is illegal and add the nine floors under me it is dangerous too but what can I do ? I love it here, do you know just how beautiful the sky looks from here, hues of pink-purple splattered over backdrop of blue and the ever lazy white elephant clouds, grass spread all over and these swift birds going about their lives; this scene is enough to put even the starry night in envey I bet Vah Ghoath will agree for the greatest artist of all Maa nature created this perfect composition. West wind hitting my face, my noodle hair burbuling along, I was no less than Jack but I just did not have my Rose.

Apart from being an artist, at heart I am a helpless romantic too, I always have been, do not you agree it is a deadly mix ? a grumpy teenager who is too romantic completely under spells of the drawing board. For me love had always been the ultimate expression of self, when the question is never to be or to not to be rather how to be; you can just not say a no to love, I mean how can we mere mortals decide whome to fall in love with it is simply not in our humble powers and to love is a chance to create something we can cherish long after decend to other worlds of existence. I or matter of fact no one can define...