Every life is an endless mirage of it self. Like those parallel mirror experiments in school, albeit a little distorted ending in one corner of the frame. Just so, each…
Walk these days have become my favourite spaces to be.. On some such walks Some times in time for a morning coffee Or gazing out of windows at lunch I…
Glasgow Film Theatre … a couple of times…
inanimates…silent in the studio.
Amateur would be wrong word, not even a beginner;… i think not even with total 7 days of cooking ever before… my attempts at cooking with in first week of…
Photographs from my mom’s mango pickle
Have you ever wondered what a person you would be if you were named differently? Or if the words stood for something else? Yes yes…”A rose by any other name…
These few weeks i saw the sun… borrowed additional perspectives and searched for my missing Sunday mornings : (
… beginning with the light of course. Glass, reflections & breakfast times … And ceiling from the sofa’s neck Some sparkles & softness…. And even some raiding the fridge… …………….
