“You read it wrong, Ma! It is Timtim not TinTin.” Tim (Taimur Ali Khan) is the budding superstar of India, all of two years old. It helps to be a Nawab. It helps to be born to celebrity parents with a royal lineage behind. But the cuteness of the cherub can’t be denied. The mischief, … Continue reading Tim
A monster overestimates its strength as it lunges at the powerful god and the red ball of fire ducks but releases energy - to vaporize all demons looming large. Horizons shrink to see sunrise once more Dawn! Thursday Photo Prompt
I see shades of red, orange, tangerine, purple and gray lose their identity to merge into darkness. How do I define the color of darkness – is it charcoal, navy or just black? Clouds and twinkling stars play their role of enhancing the dark, or being enhanced by it. I think of the color of … Continue reading Evening Sky
Life is so much like a work of art. One needs to remove the ‘noise’ from the background – it could be anything that distracts from what one wants to see. Enrich what you want with the colors you like. Change the pattern somewhere to break the monotony. I create a good picture of what … Continue reading Multi-media
“The level of apathy Amanda displays horrifies me …. just how could anyone be so insensitive?” “Sensitivity is about being affected by something, not showing how one has been affected.” I did not fail to see the gratitude in Amanda’s eyes as I walked out. Being a photographer and painter, I’ve mastered the art of … Continue reading Bruised
The shoes have been there for years, but she has never stepped into those. Not because it is a despised pair, but because it is just not her. She has been declared an outcast after imposing a persona on her, which is not her. She surprises herself and the world with her nonchalance. There is … Continue reading Just not her
nature in hurry as days end before time darkness imposes much needed breaks on life to reinstall warmth In other words, hurry at Patricia's Place
hearts melt like wax as wicks of love light up home, hearth and communities Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
It is good to get out of a museum, to be out and about amongst the hoi polloi. I take a bus ride with students studying art, and hear umpteen stories about my real identity. The Leonardo guy is not liked much. Else, why would they make such erroneous assumptions about him? I just about … Continue reading Identity
My hair is done, makeup looks perfect …. I smile with satisfaction, as I step into my designer gown. I hope the evening is perfect. I need posh do’s to gloss over the fact that the year was a disaster. After all, it will be washed away in the expensive alcohol we consume tonight. The … Continue reading Posh evenings
