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Childhood is a place
that exists in the folds
of the dank underbelly
of memory, my child-
hood in any case.

The descent is reluctant.
Clouds hang over the fierce
sun obstructing its gold,
diluting it into a watered
down and hazy sepia.

The ascent is treacherous,
a slippery slope, path to
escape, away from the moldy
and damp memory of what
needs to be escaped,
what needs to be let go of,
what needs to be…
its clutch is heavy and cold.

Blink, blink.

I arrive at life bordering
summer and monsoon.
Clouds drift and dissipate
in breezy rain, a rumble
in their belly. The heart is
an unseen autumn leaf,
five-fingered and rusty red
with a broad stroke of ocher
and a wink of gold in its vein.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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gopuram © Anuradha Prasad 2018

The greyness of stone at the kanchi kamakshi temple was heavy with occasional contrasts of gleaming brass and pastel.

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lotus offerings © Anuradha Prasad 2018

The granite was inscribed with hymns to the goddess in sanskrit and tamil. There was the surprise of chinese lions, and the jarring of scaffolds and modern inclusions.

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mantap and the holy basil © Anuradha Prasad 2018

The devi was enthroned in the inner sanctum. Unadorned, her energy was potent, intact from intrusions.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

PERSONAL BLOGGING 101

Happening at Lahe Lahe, Indiranagar, Bangalore on June 10 2018 at 11.30am

 

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Bone thin, the madame,
purple-draped, spared the sweat
of summer, her stride and jasmine,
fresh. A ladder of vermilion climbed
her forehead – a morse code of
dot. dot. dash. drop.
holding her up, the madame
but a marionette.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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Coal blocks hunkering
together thundering
soot black, molten orange
a dandelion dance
a long sigh of gray ash.

Breathe me as i breathe
you in entangled dreams
a quick wispy mermaid’s
tail flitting through abyss,
curious, seeking, luring
hunter, i am siren.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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© Anuradha Prasad 2018

the flare gun blazed fire into a bowl of charcoal chips.

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a mortar was filled with gold jewelry and set in the middle of the earthen bowl that sat on a bed of husk. little sparks flew up, descending in black specks of ash.

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© Anuradha Prasad 2018

the mortar was swirled in a bowl of water, making it sizzle with angry smoke. a sprinkle of husk calmed it. out of the violence emerged a nugget with veins of gray over a pale gold.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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‘unexpected journeys at nicobar’ ebbed with stories from iran, bhutan, india, and sri lanka

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it included a primer in phone photography with katya matrioshka and india through the lens of josefin sorstrand

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designs journeyed through tropical islands of the imagination

© Anuradha Prasad 2018