Kisses on Clouds

Satin-crusted second son, Slip-and-slide silken-tongued. Silver-spooned, copper-forked Bar your windows, bar your doors. Smear a kiss on an ashen sky, Clouds that wander smile goodbye. Tin-man hearts that never rust, Never love and never dust. Sing me songs of a love so wide, It shed a tear, and hugged the sky.

A Song of Silent Things

  The Navarasas, or the 9 moods, arise from the foundation of Indian Aesthetics. These are the basis of emotional experience, and were meant to be universal in nature. Our understanding of them rose FROM nature, from our observations; the colours in the sky, the leaves that fell around us, the smell of the very…

The Song of Sappho: An Illustrated Ballad

Project Proposal The idea is to present Sappho as Rukmini Bhaya Nair saw her, and as I have grown to see her over the past few days; as this figure who caught onto and understood emotion, love, empathy. The contrast of her surroundings (ISIS infested Raqqa) as well as the nature of her object will…

I Never Said

There is a sentence, in English, which means 7 different things based on the word you decide to stress upon, and if you think english is a funny language, you’re going to find this relationship downright hilarious. Here goes – *I*never said she stole my heart, but a hundred thousand four hundred and eighty three…

Home: An Experimental Photo Series

The concept intends to look at an individual’s natural state of being as Home. The way your limbs tend to rest upon each other, the expressions one has alone, locked inside their room, the curvature of their spine when no one is looking – all of these unconscious actions that bodies naturally gravitate before. However,…

The Anatomy Of A Memory

Utility. Accessibility. Context. Interactions. All of these are elements that designers use as templates in order to design a place out of a space. But on closer observation, it becomes evident that these form only the upper tier in a two-tier process of such a transformation occurring. What’s underneath –  leading this process, shaping this…

Nostalgia Stirs: St Xavier’s College, Fort

This is St. Xavier’s College, Mumbai, exactly the way I saw it, in a series of illustrations done of the campus, featuring me in all of the scenes.                                                      …

Creepy Things from Beyond the Irony

The idea was never something solid. It wasn’t about getting a message across, nor anything noble such as that. It was just about being able to draw whatever I want, with no bars on the number of limbs, the shape of the skill, body proportions – and then thinking of the most ironic caption to…

The Paradox

This, is a pencil. A casing of fine timber around a little stick of lead, it’s dead. It lacks life and has no choice in what happens to it- a slackening of decision brought about by the death of that which was once alive and now encases that lead which was dead to begin with….

I met a stranger, and I am He.

    [Transcript] : It was late evening by the time he made his way home. Home. His home was his bubble, his respite from all the rubble the explosion of his life had left him with. But home was a bubble and bubbles pop when they’re touched, so pretty soon the storm that was inside…