Afloat on sky....

I wish to remain as I am as I float with the reflections of my past preventing me to sink.....and I carry the gems of my present with delicate embrace.....

Staying Afloat...

When the other day, I saw a leaf lying on a pool of water...partially submerged but refusing to sink, I realised how important it is to stay afloat against all odds...may be my partially submerged mind and values try for the same all the time...!!!

FUTURENATURE.COM

My friend said its stark, bold...just what I wanted it to be. Often I wonder how will be our planet in future, say about a thousand years after? Going by the facts, will there be a sccorching sun hovering above almost dried up rivers lined with dried  and dead branches and trees? I don't want to loose hope....won't our mother earth be little generous to give birth to new saplings for our future generations......IT'S ALL IN OUR HANDS.......

Monsoon Magic...

For me, monsoon is mystical and magical. A lazy afternoon of fogs, rains and mist is the time I love to paint most....and in a long drive, it takes me to a different and unsettling(as my friend says) world of imagination. So, when my friend took a photograph at their Cherrapunji trip and named it...Mist, It fascinated me and I tried to create the mist with watercolor. With some addition and deletion, I came up with this...hope you all like this.

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'.....

Bihu...

I thought of not posting this as it has too many mistakes..but love the colours, rhythm and the mood of this spring festival.......:)

Invasion of Dish...

As I was on my way to my Grandmom's place almost after a decade, I could see the changes that took place along the way.Massive concrete roads instead of the usual pitch-blend ones and the villages....thatched houses are replaced by shimmering tinned roof and most significantly, I noticed the invasion of satellite dishes with each house flaunting one of its own..