Coal dust on angel wings :|

Have you ever noticed that when you draw and the first line goes astray and you have to erase it…?
You become sure that the painting is going to be a fiasco.
It is that moment when the painting becomes a fiasco and not when it is complete. Because most paintings never are complete anyway.


I hate AutoCAD right now. Its color palette has too few shades. And none can match my mood.


I want to wear a forest green kurti with matching onion-colored beads and a single silver anklet.
And feel orange. Brighter than summer. Softer than the setting sun.


The manager at Ajanta had given mum a porcupine quill. “Keeps away the evil” he had said.
I think it attracts guardian angels.
Sheer happiness.