• chandralekha_vw 30w

    Under the thick fog she still tried to see beyond. Blinking tears from her eyes. Maybe it was from the smoldering fire from the other side. She didn't turn around to see it, she could smell it around in the air. Why do people have an instinct to check if there's more damage or if any more damage can be done? Isn't the done damage part enough?
    Ugh!
    *blink* *blink*
    ... can't even see through fog, that vanishes as soon as sun rises and yet we give ourselves so much credit for the visuals we create and see. What an irony!
    *rubs eyes*
    Something like sadness embraced her. Or was it melancholy? Or was it just feeling lost? Just something.. she couldn't put a finger on. Feelings are that way, isn't. Like the multihued colour canvas, where once colours are mixed you cannot really dicheper them. Not like you can't differentiate the black from blue or brown. But you miss the subtle hues. You know it's there somewhere, you just can't point it out and name it.
    ..and yet it's good. Not able to be name it. It retains the mystery of the artist, the certainty of uncertainty, makes you appreciate it and not just look and forget. What you remember is not the mere piece of Art but the unfamiliarity it provides, amidst the growing platitude of familiarity.
    *blink blink*
    The sun was out, the fog began to fade and she resumed her journey away from the road she stood on, until then.
    ©chandralekha_vw/16.04.18
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    Multihued fog

    What you remember is not the mere piece of Art but the unfamiliarity it provides, amidst the growing platitudes of familiarity.
    ©chandralekha_vw/16.04.18