I’m only sorry I dared attempt to copy such a masterpiece onto a humble medium such as a glass bottle. That said, I’m not too unhappy with the result. Here’s my rendition of Vincent Van Gogh’s ‘Starry night’ on a lean glass bottle that originally contained oregano.
Winter’s here (for what it’s worth in Mumbai). And we enjoy the brief stint where we get to wear high necklines, layered garments and boots. The tricky thing about dressing for a December day in Mumbai is that you’ve to be prepared for stinging heat as well as infection-ridden chill….
This Sunday I introduce a workshop on Erotica Writing at The Hive. My interest in sexual and sensual writing was probably sparked off when I first read The Vagina Monologues. That book is a more clinical look at womenβs relationship with their gender and sexuality but it was a door….
I read out this post at the Caferati Open Mic at Prithvi day before yesterday. Coming on the heels of a 2hour commute, it felt especially apt. π And the evening ended on a lovely note. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ Let’s take a trip, you & I. Let’s go looking for home. HOME….
I’m liking where I am with regard to viewable content. I’ve spent a long time burrowing into books mostly because the video medium was garbage churned out by rich, privileged, inbred people who didn’t care about humans like me. But the streaming services are getting with it. And even if…
It has been awhile since my last post. I have let myself get caught up in things I must do and not paid enough heed to things I love to do. So hereβs me saying, Iβm going to make sure to post at least once a week here at XX…
Conversation with a colleague: Him: I think women (at work) come in two types. There are women like you – independent, strong-natured type…you know they aren’t going to burst into tears because you tell them you don’t like their work. Then there’s this other type you have to be careful…
