A brief childhood interlude.
A serendipitous poem, drawing in a new sketchbook, Orin in a bucket. Sigh.
How fast they grow!
If only going to school was such a breeze…
But, really, over the years we have gone through this –
and now this –
Does it ever get any easier?
Drawings from my journals about some of the lovely people I have met here. Most of these are drawn from memory, like cartoonists often tend to do, but the discipline of drawing from life is always required.
This was drawn the day I started feeling like I belonged…
A lovely Andhra dinner at Teju’s – it was also our friend Pallavi’s birthday that day.
This is a drawing from the farewell party for the warm and wonderful Harini.
Drawing these I felt I needed some practice drawing from real life: See how the lines are different…
Madam Uma is always present but absent as Anu likes to say…and I really like the drawing of Anu below where she looks so much like her daughter…
The other day someone gave me a box of jalebis.
A long time ago, my twenties self met my thirties self – and here we are where my twenties self meets my forties self.
Twenties self: What was she doing! I like you so much more, forties self!
[Hammers in my head. Such a temptation at these times to drown into meaningless virtual worlds for short term highs…]
[But the scourge of the blank page must be tamed, issues must be faced, demons must be encountered.]
[A great opportunity to be compassionate to yourself. And by the time you’re done, you have delivered yourself from the abyss.]