"Analysis Destroys Wholes. Some Things, Magic Things, Are Meant To Stay Whole. If You Look At Their Pieces,

"Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away."

                — "Bridges of Madison County" | Robert James Waller.

The Raw Artist & The Story of Some Papers - Someone asked me, "Being raw, untrained, how do you do sketches?" The answer wasn't that simple. Because every time i did a sketch, it varied the way i do it from time to time. This sketch, that i did in an hour, was first outlined with a flat, dull pencil, and then sharpened the lines with a pin-point ball pen until the other side of the paper started getting thin and torn, and after filling up the interstices, i made a sharp tea for myself, and poured most of it onto the paper than having it. It changes the color of the paper, and makes the sketch dim from the sharpness of the pin-point pen i used. Everything then starts looking beautiful; this is what i am born with, that i wouldn't be able to change even if i get trained in sketching. And i said to him, "This is what a raw artist does."

Unposed, One.

 “Aas-paas barse, Dilli pari tarse”

Tonight's sleep is so uncertain, for tomorrow I might never want to wake up, but I have seen tiniest of worlds yet, million miles are still left to explore, a thousand beautiful people and glimmering stars, I wish tomorrow comes the monsoon, I wish if I could watch the rain lashing over the lakes, I want to see all those, so would I rise up early, my night is never uncertain anymore.

Clamor in my mind, not any better,

and its streets are so shambolic now,

Sleep i indulged in, deep and untimely

waking up disruptively at the end of everything.