Diversity

It is fascinating to watch the same programme flash in synchrony out of five TV sets, in five houses on five consecutive floors.

Last evening...

The setting sun reminded me of my mother going through her daily tryst with the gods. The soothing, vermilion orb resembled the dot of orange carelessly put nearer to her left eyebrow. As the sun dimmed in the arms of grey clouds, it looked more like her teeka that faded in the creases of her day.