A white bed sheet, silky and smooth, is entrapped in curls of itself and a pair of hands. His hand is clenching her palm and the bed sheet in between.
And somewhere between their fingers a red rose is entrapped, waiting to be crushed, right then and right there, knowing this would be the only way to its freedom which would come when he would loose his grip on her when they both will be crushed like rose.
Through STILLS writer would portray various phases and faces of life in the form of stills. Like a photographer. There would be no movement but each element would say its story. There would be no dialogues but emotions would be communicated.
So the concept is very simple. a photographer can capture a moment, but can a writer do the same?