As the auto chugged through Chennai's late morning sun, I saw two young men at the gate of a house. One young man stroked the other's cheek, fingers mapping that stubbled terrain, while the other young man held still, arms loosely held at their side, ever so slightly leaning in. That slight tilt of their head seemed to throw the sentence in my head in disarray; it was unclear what the subject and the object was. Was it the young man stroking the other's cheek, or was it the young man's cheek pressing into those exploring fingers. Framed by the gate, they formed untitled tableau, for, sometimes, words do not know the difference between static and stillness.
An untitled tableau
An untitled tableau
An untitled tableau
As the auto chugged through Chennai's late morning sun, I saw two young men at the gate of a house. One young man stroked the other's cheek, fingers mapping that stubbled terrain, while the other young man held still, arms loosely held at their side, ever so slightly leaning in. That slight tilt of their head seemed to throw the sentence in my head in disarray; it was unclear what the subject and the object was. Was it the young man stroking the other's cheek, or was it the young man's cheek pressing into those exploring fingers. Framed by the gate, they formed untitled tableau, for, sometimes, words do not know the difference between static and stillness.