Drawing women

When I started drawing, most of my drawings were of the male gender since I felt they were a bit easier to draw. Women have hair in complex forms. Anyway, excuses.

*Gulp* Here is my first victim.
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Cruising away

A tremble in the ground woke me up. Groggily, I sat up and brushed away all the sand from my arms and feet. I was having a lovely dream in which I was feasting on grilled panini and chocolate mousse. My stomach grumbled. I think that’s what trembled and woke me up.

The ship! I groaned.

A few days ago, my friend (JJ) and I were loitering along the docks looking at cruise ships. We had this “hobby” where we dressed up in our finest clothes and went aboard cruise ships to look around (we weren’t thieves) and pretend that we were rich and fancy. Sometimes we got to sample food too. It was our ten minutes of extravagance. That day when we paused in front of a particularly large ship, a steward ran towards us and said, “Sirs, please come aboard, we will be leaving in fifteen minutes.”

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Master of the threads

Who are you?

Names are such a human concept. Hari, Ganga, Faizal, Tom – except for their possible religious affiliations, what else can you gauge from their names? Fine, if you really want a name, here is one – U. N. Owen[1]. Forget my name. The question you should be asking is..

What are you?

Excellent question. I’m glad you asked. I was once a rectangle of threads, and this is my story.

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A bizzare sequence of sketches

Chapter 1: Park

It was a dark and stormy night. It was a bright and sunny morning. The grass felt cool to sit on. It was recently trimmed, so it was quite prickly. But that didn’t matter much. I looked up and smiled upon viewing the spectacle in front of me.

He looked very grumpy. Or maybe he was just concentrating. She, on the other hand, had an air of calmness. Both of them had notebooks on their laps and were scribbling/drawing away.


It was an uncommon trio and this was our first meet outside the walls of our college. While most fellow college-mates frequented malls, we decided on Lalbagh.

Lalbagh. It was twenty minutes and these two had not budged from their seats, nor had their expressions changed. *sigh* It was going to be a long day before I could head back home.

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