
A patchwork of desire that runs amok- interrupted, determined and visible only when one stops to look back at the pattern and the splotches of color left behind.
Art and Abstraction.

A patchwork of desire that runs amok- interrupted, determined and visible only when one stops to look back at the pattern and the splotches of color left behind.

‘I was a leaf quivering in the wind, alone and looking to a future without witness, till I realized that I was a small but beautiful part of the same magnificent whole.Roots and Leaves are but part of the same tree, the tree that Grandmama planted’.

Life is but a dream and a flow and we find our innate rhythm by going with this flow rather than resisting it!

Fire, just like the sun, burns but it also cleanses, it purifies and it gives life.

The mind is like the sea with its many moods, each more beautiful than the last; we only need be a silent witness to this dark beauty and not cower in fear.

The Spaces in our Togetherness Bind us Closer.

She walks in beauty when she walks in green, for green is her color, her favorite canvas.

Journey through time and mind, what stories do you hear being narrated? Sometimes the stories carved on our minds are as powerful and searing as the ones etched on stone.

When you feel all the imagination, creativity and madness running in your veins, when you march to the beats of a different drummer and know that it is the only way for you because you can feel it running in your veins!

Some moments, when interrupted, last forever. Like a sense of déjà vu. Like a splash of sudden color that lights up the encircling greys and breaks the continuum. Some blips are beautiful and some interruptions make us do a double take at the past and the present just like a sense of déjà vu.