It’s not aboutRitika Gupta
What you choose outside,
What are your shades,
But what you are inside,
“It was at the time when twilight mist ended, and it was now completely dark outside, with street lights peeping through my glassed windows.The aurora inside my brain- aureate and neurons colliding, sparkling, andprojecting the whole new world in front of me. Another weird idea was striking,as I continued to embrace my pillow even more tightly, longing to escape from this another grand epiphany.
After one hour, I just pressed the switch near my bed, leaving my creased and soft friend, and wrapping up my legs, struggling to adjust my pupils according to the fluorescent light of the tube.
I took out my drawing file, which was somehow adjusted inside the side table; I opened it. I unclosed the oil pastel box and started splashingthe image that wasn’t letting me sleep.”
From Chapter 1- Black Pastel; Black
“Black” is written for us, who often end up prejudicing others, forgetting we all have reason to be who we are; we all have a story; we all possess both the goodness and badness in us. It is a postmodern attempt, to reach out to my readers, directly, without any mediators in between. Away from the business deals, written for you, from me, celebrating human dynamics.
“There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.”~William Shakespeare