Monsoons
Rains… It brings forth, The memories Of droplets and its smell, Of the drenched feeling, Of the wet clothes Clinging to the soul. The vision Of hot tea an...
Rains… It brings forth, The memories Of droplets and its smell, Of the drenched feeling, Of the wet clothes Clinging to the soul. The vision Of hot tea an...
Nayana turned three years today. And she had her first fancy kind cake this year. The pink colored Doraemon strawberry cake. Just like any other parent, on ever...
My first set of paintings consist of two images. A double storeyed house in a large compound. Two or three children are playing “catch-me” game runn...
When you are doing a daily post challenge there is an invisible pressure to churn out new blog posts. The background thread in your mind has to be running full ...
It all started when I stumbled across the INKtalks video by Usha Uthup in INKtalks 2013. The waves of memories flowed into my mind with music as background. It...
Yesterday, I was searching through my email for something, and ended up finding some Google chats I did with RK before marriage. It tickled my philosophical par...