If this mobile phone were a woman, she’d be rocking the retro look. I spotted this cassette-style mobile phone cover on someone’s table at my last office. Gadgetry has become a vital part of our style quotient as well so for the first time, here’s featuring a gizmo on I…
So I created this, from an old pickle jar, for a friend who wanted a picture of mirth (yellow and orange are those, aren’t they?). The sheet music and the rest of the symbols have special significance for him. Note – This is only one bottle. Each image is a…
For the Indian man, there’s only one real woman in every relationship. It always goes back to her.
I haven’t been a big fan of Fastrack ever since the ‘cheating is cool’ subtext in their ad campaign. But this duffel bag from their collection caught my eye, especially for its label. It reminded me of the Tantra tee-shirts form of humour. So, after a long hiatus, an I…
I took an old #ideastory and merged it into another artistic endeavor I’ve recently been experimenting with – bottle painting. One side of the bottle shows a stack of mattresses and bed linen. The other side has the story painted on in silver. Tell me what you think. The story,…
When will being me feel like a success?
Tattoo your inner demonsall over my bodyLay your glance next to my heartTouch my soul *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”“We are a comfortable close.” And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
Listen to me put you down.Beg me to make you beg for more.Then call me a bitch for stomping all over your heart. You always get your way.
I’m hitting the unremarkable age of thirty-four. Unremarkable, not unimportant.