Twisted and Turned

While trekking in the jungle of Matheran, I noticed this old tree with its branches twisted and turned of its age yet standing tall and distinct amongst others....it looked like a grand old person beaming with the light of their wisdom and eperience.........

The Desert Dancer

The fascinating Kalbeliya Dancers of Rajasthan had always fascinated me. Their typical yet unusual black attire with white applique and the transparent veil flowing against a setting desert sun had ever made me awestruck. Though I've captured a very simple pose here, concentrating more on the attire which I love, these dancers can be very acrobatic with their serpentine agility while dancing to the nagging tune of a 'pungi'.....

Soaked in Sunshine

Those beautiful days....... soaked in sunshine, under the blue sky, wary of woes...miss the childhood days when everything seemed beautiful and exciting.....

Morning Light

After all those difficult portraits, I thought of relaxing and refreshing myself with a landscape....what's more refreshing than to see the morning sun fall on mountains and greens around...I hope you all get refreshed too....MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL....HAVE THE BEST LIFE AHEAD...

The Lost Identity?

When my young maid lost her  estranged husband, I wondered how she'd react to the situation. Her first thought was how she's going to appear before us leaving all her fineries, which she is too fond of. The question that loomed large in my head was why does she have to bear the symbols of widowhood for a man who had never been there for her in life.....I dreaded to face her....is this what's in store for a woman in a world taking pride for all kinds of achievements and developments? What prevails...is...hypocricy..

That Lambadi Woman

The elaborate and ornate attire and jewelleries of a banjaran woman is ever fascinating to me. Besides, its a challenge to hold your patience until the last chain or drop. While painting the earlier one I mostly used my own imagination to create the designs for the ornaments...but this time I thought a little research will be of no harm....loved painting her tatoos..

The Idol Maker

When I was a little girl, a man came to stay with us..he was a 'potua', the idol maker. His work was so fascinating and mesmerising that till date whenever I see any clay idol, it reminds me of him.... When I came across a photograph of a potua painting a Durga idol...I thought this would be the best tribute I can give a person from whom I've learnt most of the color mixing...I don't know of his whereabouts but this is for him....'Palmamu'...I would fondly call him.

Tha Cascading Beauty

A trial with waterfall....still the fall doesn't look natural... I have to go for another.....