Week 1, Message from pavazha-malli

Dear Clifton, 

The city makes space for everyone's madness — for the friends who dress up in opulent gowns in the thick of May's humidity, to lovers who claim public space to share a kiss or two, and friends to experience a horse ride at sunset with — the sea and the city bear witness. 

Week 2, message from clifton

Dear pavazha-malli,

Night jasmine lies drowsy under a white hot sky as a patient horse plods through the shimmering streets. Every gentle hoofbeat stirs the sleepy air carrying a quiet hope for evening’s cool reprieve.

Week 3, Message from pavazha-malli

Dear Clifton, 

The city runs on weary backs half-asleep, half-awake,
they trudge through humid air
a second skin — it clings without mercy
masking a million broken hearts, hoping against hope for a pot of gold 
where the rainbow only ever appears in dreams. 

Week 4, message from Clifton

Dear pavazha-malli,

Still they move,
feet whispering through heat and hurt,
no gold, no rainbow,
just the hush of dawn
and the grace
of one more step.

-Clifton