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as safe as sunscreen

So what makes you feel safe? Your security blanket, your diary, your bed or your loo? And what do you call this safe 'place'? Well, I call mine sunscreen... my very own corner of safeness, security and an unlimited supply of emotional SPF 15.

My sunscreen has no physical form. It's just this cute little brightly coloured tube tucked away in the remotest part of my brain, bottled up, away from prying eyes (God forbid they find what's in there!). It's inside this tube where the most devious plots of mine come to life when I'm high, and it's the tube I open to find solace and short-lived euphoria during those low times (it's like opening and taking a deep breath from a cherry blossoms-scented bath & bodyworks handwash bottle). It's where I've bottled up all those cuss words I called my teachers, and hide forever those sweet nothings I used to call all my previous girlfriends (each one had their own set of sweet nothings :p). It's also where those callous remarks reside, which people make me take back, and which I don't have any intention to. But most importantly, it's like my own piece of freedom, or more precisely, paradise, which ironically is locked up inside my head.

Everyone have their own special SPF 15 (and SPF 30 for the overtly emotional ones) sunscreens. But for those who don't, I recommend you to get yourself a tube of it too. Like Baz Luhrmann's song 'Everybody's free (to wear sunscreen)' goes - "If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it."

five_silver_rings said...
May 23, 2008 at 10:10 PM  

Haha, I've seen the video. Very powerful. When I began reading your post, it straight away reminded me of it.
Hmm anyway, if it helps, I hide myself behind my perfect brain cells--they defend me, and protect the rather shy, to-herself-kind-of-a-girl I otherwise am :P

Uthsav Chitra said...
May 25, 2008 at 5:49 AM  

Hi Alok.

Wouldn't a journal or something you can store be better. But then again, it could be discovered, whereas, your words cannot.

How about writing it down and burning the paper?

alole said...
May 26, 2008 at 5:17 PM  

only if i could get my hands on 'the sunscreen'. the epilogue on you will also get completed. ;)

alok yepuri said...
May 26, 2008 at 5:19 PM  

Woman... keep dreaming.

I am a mystery. Even to myself :p

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