Why dirty talk at dawn is not for the birds

I romanticize every sunrise I see. Whenever the first light appears from behind the clouds, the sky hosts a grand ceremony to celebrate life, death, ecstasy, and despair. It turns into a soaking wet fruit salad. There are rosy cherries, honey-roasted plums, and smoked orange slices. One time I saw a pineapple undress itself. The... Continue Reading →

Dawn of the planet of the Minivets

The crack of the dawn fills my head with colors. It does weird stuff to my lungs. Leaves my insides all shook up. But I don’t feel like puking.  It’s like the sky is undergoing a cesarean section to the tempo of Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody Number 2. And I am watching the rebirth of... Continue Reading →

A dictionary break at dawn

I steal the yellow from the sky, peeling away the dusk's wild lemon skin, to share a saucerful of crepuscular light - bathed in blue - with my sun-burnt tongue and you. Crepuscular ("relating to twilight") is the loveliest word that I learnt in 2014. I first heard it while sitting at the edge of the... Continue Reading →

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