So, there's something about this stage of brainstorming that makes you feel like you're forever riding a see-saw through changing seasons. One swing, and this idea seems the most appealing. Another swing and you're inspired by a wholly different idea, color scheme, thought or memory. It's beautiful now. But gets worrisome after a bit, when you think of deadlines!!
Anyways. So today I've swung in a different direction and am thinking: documentary about things I miss. The theme of home. Pastel colors from Calcutta. Vibrant even. Someone talking on-screen (in the form of poetry?), intercut with glimpses of little moments and nostalgia.
Holi, that I would always miss because of Chemistry homework?
Idol immersion?
Dhakis, to whose beats I've never had the courage to dance to?
Drinking tea out of a saucer? Random lovers in our neighborhood perched on a bicycle under a tree? Crossing the bridge every day to go to school? I'd always be sleepy on the way to school, and have a headache from the heat and schoolwork on the way back. I never had a chance to appreciate the beauty of the place.
Maybe it could be about some of the (small/simple) things I've experienced, but never to the fullest extent, the way I wanted to.
I don't know. Maybe.
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