A personally hand made birthday card beats any other way of wishing a loved one on their special day. Some detailed handwork after a long time.
Friday, 29 March 2013
Sunday, 18 November 2012
A moment of revelation
And just when you start fearing that your doubts about being creatively,
socially and in general mentally challenged might be true after-all,
something extraordinary pops out of that grey sack stuffed between your ears,
which, you believed, was only filled with onions n potatoes !!!
Saturday, 17 November 2012
*** शुभ दीपावली ***
I made these small happy diwali bookmarks for my french class friends.
Wish you all a very happy diwali and a prosperous new year !!!
Sunday, 11 November 2012
my map on "they draw and travel" :)
I found out about this website where we can share the maps of places we visit. I sent them my map and they displayed it on their website :)
Do check out the website. You may find maps of your favourite places there. Or you may want to submit one of your own.
http://www.theydrawandtravel.com/maps/ladakh-india-sujata-s#page_title
Do check out the website. You may find maps of your favourite places there. Or you may want to submit one of your own.
http://www.theydrawandtravel.com/maps/ladakh-india-sujata-s#page_title
Thursday, 8 November 2012
Leh - Pangong map
Monday, 5 November 2012
Musings
Once in a while you should get lost in the wilderness at night under a sky filled with stone grey clouds. It is
just about to rain. The dense forest offers no help. You have no company except
an occasional creaking cicada or a hooting owl calling into the night. You
are not wandering aimlessly. You know you are searching for something. You just
don’t know what that something is. Yet, this not-knowing does not bother you
too much. Your stomach is rumbling in tune with the clouds overhead. You are
slightly hungry. But that doesn't bother you either. It’s almost as if you are
waiting for something important to happen. You don’t know what it is but you
know it is inevitable. The heavy anticipation is almost tangible.
Just then the clouds break open with an announcing clap of
thunder. The first drops of cold rain splash on your heated skin sending a
shiver down your spine, just like your first kiss. The tension is broken. You don’t
even bother to look for shelter because you know that the rain will bring answers.
You just face the lashing gushes of water with open arms and closed eyes. The
cloudburst is incessant, drenching you to the heart. The water is almost
drowning you. You can hardly breathe. All you can feel is the cold water
piercing into your skin. And suddenly you are one. You are the rain. You are
flowing. You are free. You are dancing on the tree tops, on the mountains, in
the lake. It is, as if, you never existed and yet you are forever.
Friday, 23 March 2012
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