A Glorious Sunset!


The sky turned to liquid gold and suddenly the evening sky was ablaze with light… It is at times like these that one breathes inΒ  deeply and sends a grateful ‘Thank you’ to the Universe πŸ™‚


Morning Sketches


Sometimes I pick up fallen flowers and leaves and bring them home. I observe them carefully first and then without looking at them, try to sketch them. The sketch is lifeless, as if there is something still left for the flower or leaf to say, and that they can say it only if they are nestled in your palm or whileΒ  being held between your fingers πŸ™‚