This piece has been written by Jwalika Balaji (Batch of 2023). This article was first published as part of Quirk’s #MeToo Special Edition. The full edition can be accessed here.
Like threads woven together to make art
Criss-crossed thoughts intertwine
As we grope around in the dark to tie up the ends
Of the ongoing debate and the questions thrown at us
Stupefied, yet clear about what the art should look like
The clock keeps on ticking
There’s a fading light
As we inch closer to dawn
Our amateur hands slowly weave the narrative
Firmer, stronger and clearer.
The echoes of these actions resonate
And the threads pull in the whole world
Me too, you too want to contribute
And we lend a hand to the fallen artists
Weavers whose stories have been painted red
And we repaint.
Slowly, one thread at a time,
One question at a time
One answer at a time.
And the potpourri of colours, of styles, of rhythms
Add to the narrative
And make it more prominent
And this should give cause to celebrate
Not the fact that there exist fallen artists
But that there are now a thousand more hands to support them
And keep the art going
The threads of the debate have been picked up
Loose ends will be tied together
The red paint will lead to red jails
And as the sun rises, we shall see that time is indeed up.
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