Salad and Cake

They say there was never a poet who could bear the toothache in silence. The poet feels compelled to write about it. Well the threshold for what moves self-proclaimed poets and philosophers has gone down drastically since Ogden Nash wrote ‘It’s going to hurt just a little bit..’ about his torment on the dentist’s chair….

Of Boxes and Boundaries

I sat down pensively, as the teacher set before me again..some colours, and as well a canvas, and on it were drawn neat boxes. I spent the better part of the morning painstakingly colouring inside the boundaries  of a big box. Then off I went..only to come back at noon. And wishing this time to…

Splendid Seville!

I am not much a bucket-list traveler. But in the little “If I had to have a bucket list, what would I put on it” list, Seville had been high up. And boy, it did not disappoint! This city is painted in bold brush strokes of contemporary European, Arabic, Renaissance and Gothic architectural styles.. all…

The Inheritance of Loss

Through its various characters, relationships and plots, The Inheritance of Loss explores one thing- the power dynamics inherent in societies defined by inequality- whether the inequality between the colonizer and the colonized, or the rich and the poor, or migrant and the native, or the husband and the wife. And more importantly, the consequence of…

To be an Artist

What does it mean to be an artist? Neither does a painting nor a poem nor a dance make you an artist Nor does an absence of any prove that you are not You are an artist if you have delved deep enough to know your truth And bring that truth consistently into the world,…

Watercolour: Olden Days

This one was made relatively quickly.. the weekend before. Something about olden days, and unadulterated dawns..of vast distances and leisurely pace..

Watercolour: Crossing the Bridge

This weekend saw another Sunday swept up by brush-strokes. As always, I am supremely proud of my painting, which I am calling..well, ‘crossing the bridge’.

A Water-colour Sunday

Unplanned, spontaneous, consuming. That’s how I find I like art best. And that’s how I found it this fine Sunday, when I spontaneously picked up my paints and brush in the morning and spent hours with it, letting other plans fall by the wayside.

Palma de Mallorca, Spain

We always find Spanish cities to be charming, vibrant and neat, and of these, the Palma city of Mallorca island is now officially top of the list. For one, it has the most beautiful cathedral we have seen so far- with this stunning structure across a moat providing the backdrop to much of the city.

Ending the year at Majorca, Spain

This was our year-end Christmas break, and our second trip to Majorca. I think, without realizing, the vacation was under some pressure of expectations. You see, the last trip to Majorca couple of years back had brought for me an epiphany. Also, the last year-end trip to Tenerife (Spain again) had also brought me an…

Connected

‘We are all connected’ This has come to mean completely different things In the last fifty years, or wait, not even Maybe twenty, or ten Difficult to say The sense of time is so warped Now that we are all connected  

Hope You Dance

What a year it was 2016! One of the notes to self I had made at the end of 2015 was about momentum of simply showing up- in any sphere, whether love, friendships, work, fitness, life goals… reminding myself that things will be better than yesterday every day that one commits to show up. The…

100 Years of Solitude

2016 seems to have been a year of unfinished books. The latest to join the list is 100 years of solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

Opening the Box of Sunshine

At the start of 2016, we did something interesting. We created a special box called the ‘Box of Sunshine’ in which we would deposit a descriptive post-it chit every time something good happened to us through the year. Now the year is wrapping up and what better way to celebrate Christmas, I thought, than to…

Gorgeous Wasserfallen this Autumn

It was early November and autumn was all but gone. Along with friends, we wanted to make a final dash to still capture the colours. So we went to Wasserfallen. As autumn was making way for winter, falling leaves for descending fog, and sunny warmth for chilly haze, we stood at the cross-section in awe.

Birthday of the boy

My favourite boy had his birthday earlier this week. Continuing with our preference for making gifts, I took up a slightly challenging one this time. I painted him doing what he loves. Quite happy with how it turned out..

Barcelona, Spain

It was Barcelona this year for our customary October break. And with family over, the highlight was late night conversations, music sessions and cooking together. The city provided a beautiful backdrop..

Winter in Watercolour

A dark-purple walled house, melding with the velvet dark blue of the night sky.. at the end of neat rows of leafless trees. Snow and complete silence on the outside… And inside the windows and doors of the solitary house… what? 

Words

Words.. are my thing. Words are home to me. I visit, of course, other fine and wonderful things that touch my heart and feed my soul. Art, photography, music (oh, music does some magical things…), watching falling leaves on a rain-kissed path, mastering shapes of things in passing of clouds.. what beautiful excursions for my…

Keep walking

Better.. Brighter.. More beautiful is coming. But it depends literally on how well you do with what you have today.     Image clicked at Reigoldswil, Nov ‘16

On Work-Life Balance

Balance is an undeniably noble goal in all areas of life. I’ve been dwelling this morning on work-life balance. Most people bring it up in the context of work interfering with life. In some cases, it is brought up in the context of people we may call workaholics, who find that life interferes with their…

Colmar, France.. The Fairytale Village

A fairytale village, and among my favourite places.. we visited Colmar yet again. We are always eager to take all our dear ones there, and then there are some folks you know actually belong to a world like this.. like my sister. I had been waiting to show her this exotic little village frozen in…

Zermatt, Switzerland

This is one place my husband has been wanting us to go for years now. He’s been wanting to hike up the Gornergrat, to a face to face rendezvous with the Matterhorn peak. In autumn, because it’s breathtaking beautiful then. The way it was when he went several years ago. 

Train

Ever experienced that? Trying to talk to a friend As a train is rushing by so fast That it is a blur And its din drowns out everything That you are trying to say Or your friend is trying to hear And you just wait out for the train to pass by completely and then…