A quick sketch done to represent the word misfit. Funnily enough (or not), every woman in this world is made to feel like a misfit; sometimes for her looks, her intellect, her choices; the list is endless. So, when I sat down to illustrate the word misfit, I thought to put down the whole tribe on the paper.
Lucknow in winter.
There is nothing more thrilling than capturing beauty in photographs.
Sijo for tonight
Tonight I shut my eyes with the realisation that there are several who will keep a vigil holding fast to the lives of loved ones in hospital beds.
Poetry keeps the soul alive.
You can always enjoy the kick
of writing a witty limerick
but there is no funny
in me honey
so you will have to pardon this silly trick.