Writer: Pallavi Tripathi , Durg

It’s like I’m a puppet and the strings being pulled belong to you, your memories, you’re present still in these time capsules I keep running into. I need to detox myself from you. 

I wish you were here to help me look out this fish bowl. I’m having a relapse.

I’m trying to draw a portrait of you through memory and imagination but I’m stuck. I’m stuck in your eyes. I’ve changed the sketchbook, pencils even my own self but everytime I’m drawing your eyes I freeze. I guess I’m still living in our first meeting at the coffee date we had. Your hypnotic eyes dazzled me, I guess I still am. 

That’s why I haven’t been able to move on. In your serene eyes, I could see my future, our future together. I guess when you said forever I meant it but everything has an expiry date even our lives which we take for granted.

In our 20s we think we have lots of time, we are young. Age can’t touch us. By the time we reach our 30s it starts to tick. The biological clock to get a baby, the financial stability we so crave, career- work- domestic life balance, everything hangs in the pendulum of clock. Suddenly we have no time. We are too old and where to go with that realization.

 There’s nowhere to go either. We just have to brace ourselves and start taking care of one thing at a time. Mostly we fail but we have to gather ourselves up and stand back up on our feet.

I’ve decided that I’ll drench myself in art from head to toe. I won’t waste a moment, I’ll just feed in art, create art, wake up in art and sleep in art. 

Art will be my rescue from you. In art we can still be together even though in real life we can never be.

 (IMAGENARY STORY))