Translucence

 Most things I’m working about are from my environment and experiences. So of course, when I say that translucent glass is, it means this glass is connected to my life.

My grandfather built the ancestral home with windows and doors of translucent glass panels. His idea, I’m told, would filter in diffused light and provide privacy at the same time. It’s an elegant design, translucent panels of 4 in the upper half of doors and 4 quarters of the double-paned window. They were a regular fixture of palaces and bungalows of the Nizam’s era of yore. I go into details in my book.

They have their uses. It’s especially lovely in the evenings when the light from lightbulbs spreads out in a haze across the glass. In the daytime, you would still need curtains to provide heavier privacy because you can still distinguish shapes, colors and movement through the translucency. And my grandmother’s light white lace curtains paired perfectly with these windows. The whole atmosphere was one of airy, bright delicacy. 

That’s all that I had to say today.

Again, this practice of daily writing is making me think about whether I wasn’t to write about that topic that just came to mind…and surprisingly, the answer is no. I don’t really want to write about topics which come to mind as an ‘aha, that’s a great subject to write about’, when writing about it involves accepting harsher realities of this world and then having to explain mentally to the invisible gallery you wrote to about your inaction. 

Nah, it can come and go to the ether…smoky, like that light that got blurred on a translucent glass panel.