Yamini Sharma

Reflection by Yamini Sharma

… the moving kites (!!!)
Under the shade of a tree in the most extensive structure lies the seat of greatest rupture where all identity tags fade, diffusing away the varied roles and ascribed norms; far from the played careers of a professional or a patient into a being of a mere void, where it awaits to be filled with the satisfactory sigh upon sipping what it asks to be served, “Nagaraj anna, ondu strong coffee please”. A sip that invites a way of being with its’ other beings, colliding in recognition to bidding a goodbye, splattering an interim of attuning to inconsequential departures and bright delights.