The dark sky glimmering with a plethora of golden lights, raising the dreams, excitement of small eyes. The joyful innocent face filled with a smile is confident enough to catch all the twinkling with just...
With the passing time in the clock the pendulum moves to and fro. Time passes and the pendulum swings palpably, unnoticed creating vibration and forms in the space that are invisible yet existing. The movement...
There I stand in a large courtyard of a large house built in traditional style, all littered well by sunlight. The yellow walls are now more bright in the sunlight, the slate stone flooring giving...
‘The Melting Pot’, a metaphor used to represent the synthesis of various cultures, to describe the unity in different essences or the presence of different hues at a single place. In other words, it describes...
There lies shaped mud all around silently depicting various emotions, various stories, various forms, but all interrelated, nostalgic and connectable. There is speaking silence all around with the baked mud, water pot lying inverted on...
Looking far away, the large expanse is covered with light brown sand with the sun going down and the smooth breeze blowing over. In the light crimson environment, there are brown sparkles flowing smoothly, a...
There she stands in front of her photo showing a beautiful smiling face, big dark eyes with her dense hair gracefully tied as a bunch over her head. The photo looks perfect. She can identify...
An evening walk sets a series of emotions in our mind, like the swing. The happy, innocent playing faces with mischievous smiles, the sweet smile of couples perhaps doing a lot of chit- chat and...
There is this large bungalow painted pure white on the way to the temple. Its magnanimous size and design has always been an attraction for everyone. Physical attractiveness apart what looks mysterious is that not...
As the water flows from bucket to her pot, she could see the seven colors that the sun is gracing her with. Water, the source of her happiness and she the harbinger of this good...
There lie many small bodies cuddled in white covers, soulless, dead; their souls waiting to be rest in peace. Adding black scribbles on that white canvas, apparently comes a black hand joyfully lifting all the souls....
