I am not one for self-portraits (sorry, I hate the word selfie and insist on calling a spade a spade!) and don’t have a very high opinion of them, but that is a personal quirk of mine. Indoor confinement aka #lockdown2020 has gotten to the best of us, and in a crisis situation I can
There as a time not too long ago when the socially accepted norm for greeting one another was How are you? How have you been? What’s new? Or perhaps even What are you up to? But for the past three weeks it has flipped 180C to Where are you? How are you coping with Home
As I watch through my kitchen window, leaves chasing each other in ever decreasing circles before being abruptly and unceremoniously dropped on a whim, I contemplate the affinity between this natural phenomena and life itself. This “whirlwind” comes and goes as it pleases interacting briefly with its surroundings, dumping its detritus without fear or favour.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the
It is difficult to keep up with the effects of COVID-19 around the world from one day to another. While Italy has gone for complete lock down, Germany begins to feel the effects of the virus on the social, economic, medical and political front. I won’t go into detail about the virus itself, the media
The past 22 years have simply flown by in the blink of an eye. Motherhood began for me on March 12, 1998 in New Delhi, India during the colourful spring festival of Holi and little did I know that my little girl would turn out to be an an artist who celebrates life in colours!
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them,They think I’m telling lies.I say,It’s in the reach of my arms,The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a roomJust
It is no secret that my daughter is my favourite muse as far as photography is concerned. I may not be a portraitist nor have the formal training for portraiture, but these are details that are of no concern to me at the moment. The main thing is to draw out the soul and emotions
Some authors take notes and are constantly scribbling in a journal or notebook. Details are important to me and are essential to many scenes in my books. Describing them with accuracy depends entirely on the mood and frame of mind I might find myself in when tackling that particular chapter. Photography and literary activity is
When I was growing up, the calendar was marked with all the religious and national holidays, which was fine and easy to follow, especially with birthdays scattered among them. It was a way of keeping track of the passing months and gave me something to look forward to, especially since Mommy was always keen on
