A Moving Experience

Today it is exactly one month since we moved into our new home. We are far from done in terms of all the setting up and settling in activities, but the last of the boxes have been unpacked, internet works and we are ready to host already our third set of guests (yes!) since we…

To Potential Sarahah Users

My non-anonymous constructive message to anyone considering using Sarahah: You are wonderful. And you have flaws. You probably have an accurate enough understanding of both aspects yourself. If you really want to know more, how about asking your parents, siblings, spouse, close friends one on one? That’s the most accurate information you will ever get….

Independence and Freedom

 There are many notions mixed up in my head Because the reality of the world is of many mixed notions Notions.. emotions.. solutions? I remember my grandmother’s stories Relating the horrors of partition She spoke of her own losses…the impact on her family My family That changed the course of lives A family’s lives A…


Know that feeling, when in the middle of a busy day, you come across a profound saying? Or moving art..? or a picture of your childhood? Or a child’s laughter?

Trust the Path

We cannot typically know the destination, but we can usually if not always, see the path. Do you trust the path? If one is anxious, frustrated, depressed, impatient- it is because one can either not identify the path (which essentially means nothing because you are always on ‘a’ path even if it is not the…


A colleague I had been working with for past few years, went into retirement today. We had had the ‘event’ with the team to mark the transition, and yet when the moment came to finally leave, he almost imperceptibly said, “bye” and made to leave. Just like that. Literally slipping out the back door, like…


An abstract water-colour suddenly and rapidly emerges at the end of several long weeks, and the start of a long weekend. I wonder if I should give it a name, but then realize that would be moot if not self-defeating, because.. you see… 🙂  

The Reading Rebellion

We all have fantasies. And I believe if we take them not just on face-value, but identify the underlying need that they indicate, we learn much about us and how to take care of ourselves. So my recurrent fantasy these days is.. to curl up on my sofa by the window with a book in…

Looking in the Closet

I stumbled across a piece on how Frida Kahlo’s closet was opened a good 50 years after her death to unlock insights into her personality and story. By no means do I fancy myself a Frida Kahlo, but the idea of a future civilization (or aliens) finding something I have left behind and learning about…

Weekend Art: Capturing Colmar

I have had a fascination for some years now, with the fairytale French town of Colmar. And about time I decided to paint it..

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….

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.

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…

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…

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..

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.. 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…

Sketching Autumn

Felt the urge to sketch today, after a long time. I wasn’t sure what exactly I wanted to sketch, but the colours of autumn were vaguely on my mind, and a box of sketch-pens in my home. Being surely out of practice, I wasn’t sure if I would do justice to a conventional sketch, that…

The Artist and The Realist

The realist isn’t the artist’s nemesis. They may seem like opposites, but they are like the yin and yang- seemingly opposing, but actually interdependent. They are not even separate people, the realist and the artist- they are, or rather must be, part of the same person. Isn’t each person the entire ocean in a drop? An…

Relax, nothing’s in control

” What’s the matter?” “I just feel like the world is spinning, and nothing is in my control..” “And?” “And what? It’s irksome..”