The Raw Artist & The Story Of Some Papers - Someone Asked Me, "Being Raw, Untrained, How Do You Do Sketches?"

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."

My Home in Kerala. Every pebbles, plants, and bricks are so wet with our love and the monsoons. 

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.

Riding across the Delhi Ridge - It was an after-rain weekend and we had to ride to the outskirts of Delhi for some left-out works, passing through what's famously known as Delhi Ridge. The ridge is a northern extension of the ancient Aravalli Range, some 1500 million years old (compared to just 50 million for the Himalaya). The Delhi Ridge is said to be the green lungs for the city and protects Delhi from the hot winds of the deserts of Rajasthan to the west. It is also responsible for earning Delhi the tag of the World's Second most bird-rich Capital city after Kenya's Nairobi.

"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.