raw.
i seem to like all things raw: unrefined music made out of sheer faith in the art. undulating landscapes, untouched by man’s need for perfection. serrated leaves, instead of shapely rounded ones, just because. deep thoughts, expressed for the first time to a person just discovered. bad handwriting in personal diaries, flooding with emotion. oh, and mangoes- the sourness of their youth, still intact. doodles at the right top corner of an economics textbook, made in oblivion. people on a sugar high, not drunk, and happy to be happy in sweetness. a perfect take in drama class, only because of absolute acceptance of the character. tears at the touch of a heartfelt poem, never mind language or opinion. reminiscence of a dark past, and yet a smile dancing at the memory of it. wild hair, untreated and uncombed, for various reasons. a break-free moment in the heavy rain- dancing in utter abandon. and words, stammered and stuttered, but