A new beginning 

It’s been a while since I have posted something here. 2016 for most of us has been a tough year. As a planet, as a people we have endured a lot this past year. And thus I too was busy tying up lose ends. Now finally I have managed to carve out some space for myself and thus the blog. 

Here is wishing you a great year ahead. Now I know it’s February, but can’t we wish a new year atleast till April, I think we can. 😛 

This picture was taken from my balcony a few days ago as I was enjoying the winter sunset. 

Fly away – Little Poem # 44 


I long for days which make time run slow. 

I want to stay, but I have to go. 

There are some days when I feel blue. 

I just close my eyes and fly away with you. 

In order to motivate myself to do some sketching, I have become a part of #inktober. Now I haven’t been able to be regular, but it feels nice to have done something. The past 4 years I haven’t made any thing substantial, my depression has taken away my will to create. These are my humble efforts trying to get back on the saddle. 

Have a happy October! 

Is there something that you liked doing, which has been snatched away from you? Or do you have some tips on how to cope and move on. Let me know. 🙂 

Ordinary – Spoken word 

Someone I loved once told me I had ordinary eyes. That its not that they didn’t love me, but that they’d love me more if my eyes were a different hue. 


Here’s to them.

Self portrait – Micromax Canvas A1

” Ordinary 

How you see me, 

 is different from how I see myself. 

Because I don’t just see, I live.

These eyes are windows for my soul. They have enabled me to experience miracles, from life changing, breath taking sunsets, 

to my first snowfall when I was 4, 

to the deaths of beloved, as they were no more..slowly fading into nothingness. 

They have made me see, discover, remember and recall, 

the new and the old, each crevice, corner and fold. 

All the spaces, faces, people and places. 

These are the blackholes into which my dreams, desires, perceptions and reality, waltz, creating magic. 

My eyes have seen Galaxies you cannot fathom, they have shown me stars in people’s eyes.

They have seen me fall and they have seen me mourn. 

And they have shown me the way, navigating through self doubt and tears, fighting my fears. 

They have seen the dark, but they choose to see the light, the kindness, or the hope of it. 

How you… see me…is irrelevant. Because that’s not how I choose to see me.


And that’s what truly matters.” 

-fx