Just something I tried with ink and brush..

going to spend the rest of the summer..at HOME!! :)

my roomies and me, then, now and tomorrow!

when every single tension accummulates on the tip of my nose, and threatens to stay there!

Oh yes we can.

It's 12:45. Mid-afternoon sun is out too long. School. Standing on the other side of the bridge, you look back and wonder whether you'll have to hold your breath to get back to where you started. faded

im ok.

one of those slimy days, when you think you're withered and transparent and people treat you like an epitaph, like a puddle of slush, like a pool of dust; when you begin to see 'worry' in your tea and you stand aside and breathe, while everyone else is running that inexplicable race.

skinny legs and a beer belly

and some more...

Just kept sketching faces one afternoon. This is all about the little old man. One of those unrare days where you feel like you came out of a tattered history book. But I think he's a happy man, I think he's lonely, maybe even self-amusing. I like this guy.

Enid Blyton books, dog-eared pages, a pre-dinner snack and post dinner dessert

badi..home and a moist 'kerchief

childhood, sans security

rain..oh! joy.

chai, my forgotten balance

the security of a blanket

a half of the whole, can never be better

for all those days, we need to stretch just an inch extra, hoping that we'll snap back like rubberbands but knowing it just might not happen.

rain, petals, pigeon poop and feathers, all blue save one