20071003

Red

by austere seeker

The color red spread like a series of dots across the city, red dots joined by a thin thread, red dots pierced with manic intensity on white immaculate blotting paper where the color had diffused around pretty pin-points. Nine flare-ups and the sizzle of burnt preceded the dots, or maybe nineteen could have, but didn’t quite, the people refused in their wisdom to believe what officials said, recognizing a woozy cover-up for what it was, incompregibberish. What could have been, what might have been and why on earth was it not, the people were so nice, no heads rolled, and every slip was tucked away in a big hold-all labeled karma. This is one law that had always worked, it always had and would this once too. There was a cruel steel edge to it, it cut harsh sometimes (so they said) and yet they went on, plodding in this hurt as well. Zombie life, normalcy restored.

6S

austere seeker, author of Silence, lives, works, and writes in Mumbai.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Haunting.

Harry said...

You are an unusual writer. I read a comment left by you that frankly made me think you might be on glue. I don't know why exactly but I have come back to read this particular one more than a few times. I still don't get it exactly. But parts of it make me think that maybe I do and it is in any case quite provacative. If it were an abstract painting I'd have to say I like it. And even though I don't quite get it, I do like it. I'm gonna keep an eye on you.

austere said...

anon- ty

harry- ty. :)
(And I mumble when I talk)

Hint: you could google "hyderabad+ blasts", "Mumbai + train + blasts"

Portia said...

your words are moving and vivid. i would not have known the source either, but now a new picture forms. you seem to see everything from above. ...i mean that well.

Anonymous said...

I'm with Harry and Portia. Something special is going on here.