Finesse...

Dear Finesse (pronun: Fee-ness-e)
How have you been? Had pua, chole and dahi-bara for Holi, I wish I could send you some...maybe next time.
Do write back soon.
Yours
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Ah ! Seriously dude, did you really get into that mood of reading aloud this letter to my conjured up twin ( check the name, sounds French, doesn't it?)...ahem..ahem ! Well the idea was to introduce this short piece I wrote on Finesse (as in the real deal Finesse), so here it goes :

'People say it's for the women, but as per my experience, it's not only for them; the world is full of Finesse. One pinch of extra salt and you can't eat that dish of food. One bitter remark and nothing on earth can change your damaged mood...it leaves a scar like that on a new car, even after painting and covering it up, the owner is  fully aware that it happened though it's not on the surface anymore. Emotions, the most delicately balanced of all, if you tip the scales, in all probability you're gonna have a hard time getting them to square one.'

One painting to represent reality, the reality of finesse, in shear black and white.The fact is I made it to represent this year's Holi, to represent the reality of life: the light and dark sides, but I really got bored of the absence of colors by the end of it and made a next one in green and gold (watch out for it in the next post)...after all for how long can one restrain from coloring up the 0's and the 1's...