On the Rhododendron Trail❀️

From a forest
Of Rhododendron
I pick
A blossom or two… ❀️

Travelling around the Uttrakhand Himalayas during the month of April can result in a different experience.

This is the season when theforest trees are aflame with the gorgeous Rhododendron flower.


These trees have crooked, dark brown trunks and the blossoms are bunched I. A size larger than a man’s fist….and they are in the millions!

It’s a sight worth seeing and it will be unforgettable for life 😊❀️

The Mess we Make πŸ˜

A cabinet that needs cleaning
But is a fun subject, nevertheless!
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As an artist, one notices more, the good and the bad… The magical and the mundane 😊… And all of it is a creative opportunity to experiment with different mediums πŸ‘Œ
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#sketch #asketchaday #joyofcolour #joyofart #SimplePleasuresofLife #coffeegrains #salt #textures

Spill, and Don’t Clean Up πŸ˜

Sometimes, it’s great to relinquish control… It’s a release from all the desires and goals.

Just put water on paper, float your favourite colours and let the magic happen!

It needn’t mean anything, or mean anything, it’s just a means to let go… And be fine with what happens.

Too often we stop enjoying the process of creativity because we have an imaginary sense of ‘expectation’ from ourself… It’s OK to just relish colours, like little kids do all the time 😊🎢

Storm in my Sketchbook πŸ˜¬

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To create
A wild garden
In a sketchbook
Is like creating
A storm
In a teacup πŸ€“πŸ˜¬!

Today I sat by the television not knowing what I wanted to sketch and then the image of a corner of the garden came to mind… One in which the Hollyhocks were sun-drenched and the morning was beautiful!

It was a delight to keep adding more details and colour, just for the joy of creating my own little storm in my Sketchbook πŸ‘πŸ˜Š
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#Watercolours #mungyo #hollyhocks #gardenstories #blossomsandblessings #art #myart #joy #impressionism #impressionist

Book Review. ‘Dark Circles’ – Udayan Mukherjee

‘Dark Circles’ comes across as a simple, stark read.

The language is without frills and the dialogues, deceptively mundane.

The author has a story to tell and he goes about doing it with surgical precision.

Even with no life-altering wisdom or deeply insightful commentary on life, this book still had me riveted.

Ronojoy, twelve, and his brother Sujoy, six, are left in the care of their grandparents when their mother moves into an ashram. Twenty – eight years later, Ronojoy is handed a letter along with his mother’s meager belongings, all fitting neatly into a suitcase after her death.

The secret that the letter reveals, however, has the power to derail the lives of many… What should Ronojoy do with it, becomes the burning question.

The letter sheds some light on the events that transpired before and after she shifted. They are gripping and disturbing. The consequent fallout does take one by surprise.

As the story unfolds and finds it stride, one goes along for the ride. The path it takes meanders through the dark abyss of disturbed minds, disrupted during childhood and their fervent effort to come upon some stability in adulthood.

Udayan Mukherjee’s book deals with just that… Layer upon layer of pain originating like concentric circles in a pond after a pebble of a disturbing truth is dropped.

The relationships that are built up are neatly done, their reactions are very authentic…I was left feeling that some more creative risks could have been taken… The story moves around well-known localities of Delhi. It all sounded familiar and sometimes it felt like a friend was narrating a story that could’ve transpired in a neighbour’s house.

I wonder if this colours one’s view of the story as opposed to a fictitious, unfamiliar setting.

The face and name of the author seemed familiar too. Udayan has been on television, hosting shows and giving his valued inputs on the stock market. That he is a gifted writer too, came as a pleasant surprise.