“The story of me and my asthma is a fairy tale. My mom always waited for us to break up but he never left me. His love for me was infinite.”
“The brush wasn’t moving with my hand, the colours didn’t blend well, there was too much water and the paper was wrecked.”
Even though Pegasus is a white horse in all the illustrations that I had seen, Greeshma’s was a brilliant blue and I thought that was perfect. Blue was and always will be my favourite colour.
Four Boxes and a Scrapbook I desperately want to sneeze. I am not sick or anything. I am sitting amidst a lot of dusty old stuff and I had an inspiration to write. I am supposed to be packing and in true procrastinator fashion, now I feel like writing something. I happily oblige because you […]
Struggles of a misfit Just the other day I was binge watching a show on Netflix and was blown away by how villain of the show was hidden in plain sight! He was there from the first scene. He did a good job on blending in that I never even saw him there. That made […]