The sky reflects in the water at my feet. The tap keeps leaking, and we keep fixing it. The plumber is either bad at what he does or too clever. At this moment, there are two skies. One above my head, another under my feet. It’s nothing like looking into a mirror but I squat and see myself in the water. I trace my face, distorting the view, spreading it across. I hear the wind blowing, like it cares about nothing but is trying hard to get noticed. My hands and feet are wet, dirty. I have no idea what’s going on.
-BHARATH UPENDRA
Bharath Upendra considers himself a regular Joe who unapologetically talks about the usual and obvious. Writing to him is like an uninvited guest who still hasn’t left and to whom he’s gotten used to anyway.
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Bharath lives in his mind but writes from his heart. What else could a reader want – a writer submerged in his deepest thoughts. This particular piece reminds me of moments where the plainest things can conjure the most wondrous thoughts. I’ve lost myself to dripping taps, swaying branches, and sleeping dogs. Strange indeed, but there’s an allure which places one in a trance like state. How and why? You’ll find everything but boring answers here. Creativity is our forte.
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Thank you Terveen 🙂
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Interesting…….
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Very introspective, a lovely piece, congratulations! Blessings, Joni
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