Thursday, 17 December 2015
Wednesday, 16 December 2015
Friday, 11 December 2015
Thursday, 19 November 2015
Tuesday, 3 November 2015
Monday, 2 November 2015
Saturday, 24 October 2015
Wednesday, 16 September 2015
Sunday, 13 September 2015
Story Time
Though I drew this pic, the idea was borrowed from a painting I saw.
It reminds me of something I always wanted to have for all my life and age has taken away from me. Stories told by my mother. She used to sit with me with a cartoon book. She would show me the pics, tell me the story of those pics and feed me at the same time. I would usually try to keep up but, by the time she finishes the story, I would be asleep.
It went on like this. Stories of Mohd. Nabi (the prophet), Jesus Christ, Lenin, Phantom, Mandrake, Vikramaditya and... I don't remember how many more.
It was later at the age of 12, when I could read and comprehend the English language, that I realised most of the comic books she used to read to me were in Russian! And she doesn't know even the alphabet of Russian.
Love is as unpredictable as the birth of a child.
It reminds me of something I always wanted to have for all my life and age has taken away from me. Stories told by my mother. She used to sit with me with a cartoon book. She would show me the pics, tell me the story of those pics and feed me at the same time. I would usually try to keep up but, by the time she finishes the story, I would be asleep.
It went on like this. Stories of Mohd. Nabi (the prophet), Jesus Christ, Lenin, Phantom, Mandrake, Vikramaditya and... I don't remember how many more.
It was later at the age of 12, when I could read and comprehend the English language, that I realised most of the comic books she used to read to me were in Russian! And she doesn't know even the alphabet of Russian.
Love is as unpredictable as the birth of a child.
Tuesday, 25 August 2015
Thursday, 13 August 2015
Monday, 3 August 2015
Thursday, 26 March 2015
Thursday, 5 March 2015
Wednesday, 4 March 2015
Wednesday, 25 February 2015
Saturday, 21 February 2015
Monday, 16 February 2015
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
Coffee time
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Coffee is a rare thing nowadays. The workload has nailed me down to my chair and I dont even care if I missed my evening coffee.
It was one of those times when I didn't show up in the cafeteria, my colleague brought it to my seat. I dont know whether it is too emotional. But, when she place this pot of tea on the table, I felt like touched by her.
Coffee is a rare thing nowadays. The workload has nailed me down to my chair and I dont even care if I missed my evening coffee.
It was one of those times when I didn't show up in the cafeteria, my colleague brought it to my seat. I dont know whether it is too emotional. But, when she place this pot of tea on the table, I felt like touched by her.
Monday, 2 February 2015
Thursday, 29 January 2015
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