Hearts

अब के हम बिछड़े तो शायद कभी ख़्वाबों में मिलें

जिस तरह सूखे हुए फूल किताबों में मिलें

-अहमद फ़राज़

Days on end

Sometimes you've to tell your body you're exhausted and sometimes the body tells you, which is exactly what happened when I came back from the workshop, immediately leaving with the dog for her walk and while I contemplated dinner which I thought was running late seeing how I was almost one hour behind the entire proceedings, the oddest thing happened.
After a quick shower and finding my heart sink at the thought of cooking up a meal i found my eyes drowsy to the point that someone near pulled me into the abyss.
I fell on the bed face first and got sucked into the mattress feels like and was woken just a few minutes back by other denizens of this house who thought I'd fallen grievously ill, since sleep and that too at odd hours like so is most alien to my bearings, and I woke up unable to comprehend the world around.
Uh oh! I was late. Nay, too late. The clock sang nine and now what?

A glass of wine came to my aid voluntarily extended as a gesture of goodwill, after a rigorous week of Cold War in this house I guess, and as I walked into the kitchen to immediately prepare something the bell rang and food was delivered.
What on earth I say.

Well, what do I say? What can I say?

Surprise!

This is annoyingly short notice but here I am going to another watercolour workshop.
And this one isn't organised by school but by a committee of parents who took such fierce liking to my teaching ways that they'd have none other.
And the price is just right too, so why not I say, moreover I need to get out of this house.
Everything about this place is bugging me.
Moreover I get to take the dog with me as well.
Now this sounds like a stellar Tuesday (as if).

Tuesday eats

Mushroom and tofu rice-noodle bowl.
An experimental recipe that has knocked it our of the bloody kitchen. It's so extremely good, what with the simplicity of its preparation and the complexity of its flavours.
It's time consuming but you can always prep and mise en place and then it's a doddle.

Sweat days

How is it that I've only just noticed this bruise on my arm?
A forty minute cardio with some strength thrown in finished with a dose of Vinayasa while the dog muses my ineptness at proper posing.

Whispers

Nighttime and the hearts runs foul with demented wishes
in the silence that stretches taut like the edge of a needle, pricking into skin the vows of a bargain that might have been
Eyes adjusting to seething glares
spewing smoke invisible tonight.

Eh uh

For whatever reason, I'm quick to irritation these days and it's not panning out well in a house that houses two people and two animals.
The animals I love, it's the people I can't stand.
Everything about them is an eyesore. It bothers me they're around, that I've to see that face everyday and listen to that voice.

I think I'm just in a shitty bad place right now.
There's a door, yes, only I'm shutting all the windows and moving away from the exit.

••º•

It's an uphill task
to fold and iron
a fabric mountain

train to train

The thing about working out, and I often ignore this piece of advice myself is that you need to request your body instead of demanding it because when you push it the body will push back and that hurts.
You can't just overnight or in a matter of weeks or even a month reach some new heights of stamina or build extra endurance. These things are gradual and take their time as long as you're regular with your training and not pushing it.
Starting small and gradually building it, taking baby steps is necessary and there's no point in working extra or doing double duty workouts after a cheat day because they don't necessarily help, especially in the beginner stages.

Quick breathlessness is pretty normal and when you begin a workout always start with a few minutes of warm-up and even that warm up at times can make you breathless, but it's not a negative on your person because it's more about how quickly you recover from that stage of breathlessness and as you progress the recovery period gets shorter.

Often times the initial stage of work out can tend you make you tired, but it's surprising how the body adapts that when you do the same set of exercise the third time in that workout, it gets easier since the muscles loosen up, the body gets more nimble.

The first time I ever did burpees, I couldn't get my body to figure out the motion. I wondered as to how anyone can actually do it. It was impossible to suddenly crouch and have your body kick back both feet, push down a bit like a push-up and then like elastic pull those legs back into a crouch and jump up.
I mean how on earth could one do it, and I started with slow burpees and now proper burpees feel like the most natural thing. 

 So yes, you need to be hard on yourself, to get out of the comfort to workout 3-4 days a week but you needn't be hard on your body at all or else it does more harm than good. 

A nearly torn shoulder muscle and a busted quad is evidence to that. 

Also, all this shop talk is going to be useless if you're not eating right.
Adequate calories that come from all the food groups instead of a restrictive diet is absolutely critical. Don't skimp on the food. Eat clean and lean.
Nothing wrong with a sandwich or pasta as long as you're aware of what's going in it.
Try consuming mostly MCT fats and keep your macros in check, because everything is down to nutrition. What you eat is what you get and you can't get fit when your body isn't getting the nourishment it needs.

So basically, start small, don't over exert but keep your mind and body aware of the need to train at regular intervals because if once you're out of the loop, getting back into it is extremely hard.

Lunch loves

For when you want a full blown blt to satisfy your needs.
Bacon, lettuce and tomato heaped as proud crown over thick cut whole grain bread with a mountain of egg salad on the side, because why not?

Hearts

कहाँ थे रात को हम से ज़रा निगाह मिले 

तलाश में हो कि झूटा कोई गवाह मिले 

-दाग़ देहलवी

No no no

Nighttime and I've hated everything about today.
This was a Sunday that shouldn't have been.
I shall digitally erase it from my memory and start afresh, for nothing went on as it should have been.
I hated today. Tainted with dullness, swollen with spent energies, my to do list still a list.
It was wrong.

SOS

Who me?
I relented and called an ayi to help clean the house and engaged her to come every Sunday for 2 hours, cuz goddamit I need me some help.

Teasome

Remember how I'd been talking of rusks a week or so back.
Well, I caved in and finally made some yesterday and can't say they're not nearly as good if a little on the harder side of the rusk spectrum.
Like you could forget it in your tea for a minute and it would come out intact, so I'll have to tweak the recipe a bit but honest to hearts this is pretty good. Almost addictive really.

No no sun

The cons of sleeping late, later than my usual time that is, is that the sleep loses its flavour.
Saturday night and the usual of series binge and good meal which stretched into much later than expected and here I am, still reeling from the after affects of a broken sleep, courtesy the cat who meowed to wake me up twice in the middle of my sleep. Once at 2 and then at 4, once to be fed and once to be let out. This cat has to get his feeding times right.
It was something of a jigsaw puzzle with pieces lying in disarray and all I had to do was piece them together, and most of the night went pass in trying to figure out what fits where and it was all haphazard.
A heaviness from all thy makes itself felt and I don't like this feeling.
A bit of delicious tea might help.

Pit stops

Theatrics

For when you don't need the drama, you are the drama

Doggy style

Thou shalt not workout today or ever

Gah

It's hot and humid and I've to go and buy vegetables because well, I'll have to do it myself seeing how the one time I need help and people momentarily disappear with their own agenda's .

Married men play the victim at all times and pretend to be martyrs.

Sat

This weekend brings forth an ominous feeling that Is currently invisible on the surface but the thin sheath will begin stretching and tearing itself apart as the day wears on.
It doesn't feel right.

Hearts

अगर तलाश करूँ कोई मिल ही जाएगा

मगर तुम्हारी तरह कौन मुझ को चाहेगा

-बशीर बद्र 

Tonight

bark woof

The dog black males me
with her doe eyes
unwavering in her trust
that I'm the one
who is the universe
the benefactor messiah
always looking out
for her hunger and need
petting her stomach
after a fateful feed
who offers cools comforts
and promises no wrong
who is the one and only
morning to dawn
now, what do I tell her?
Let me work
stop wagging your tail
it's not time yet
don't stare at me
with those deer eyes pet
because I feel like a monster
who pays no heed
to her desires and wishes
and suffering even perhaps
it breaks my heart
to watch her nearly beg
for something as basic as a walk
a solemn need to go places
no needs for small talk
it's hot my darling
your tiny feet
will hurt my starling
let it get a bit dark
and we'll go on a romp
to your favourite park.

thinks

My fingers are itching to grab a brush and daub it in some watercolours and do a spot of random painting. Nothing fancy. Just some free-form leaves, dots of flowers, wreaths, colour gradations from warm to cool to colourful. Anything really.
I love watching watercolours take on a new life on proper thick paper. It's mesmerizing.
Speaking of painting I have been thinking of going on to do a few acrylics as well, and maybe I will dabble in that.

update update update

And now today oddly I suddenly find myself unoccupied.
This, I know will change, for I have some personal to-do things lined up which I shall wholeheartedly immerse myself very soon but today I am momentarily empty, with nothing on the work front that requires me to do anything save send a few messages and all empty on the writing front because well, I have finished with one and though there's something to work on for another almost immediately I think I shall refrain for a while.
I am slowly coming to the conclusion that unless you keep yourself busied as long as you're awake your work will just never get done with.
I mean I have things to draw, photoshop, send, upload. Things to photograph and then there's a thing I'm finally going to start work on.
will write more about it once I know for a fact I'm mentally in that space to commit myself and not think of it as a passing fancy.
So yes. that's there.
Now that I've regurgitated all the brain vomit time to think of funner things and listen to some good music.
Something loud with heavy riffs and doomed voice, and contemplate whether I should coffee or tea.

Eats deets

Soup, salad and smoothie. My mania for alliteration takes me places but here this is a fact. Sadly my luridly green smoothie oxidised to a more grassy green, however the taste has to be believed with a hint of matcha with bananas and vanilla.
Right, Friday it is!

Market hassles

The thing about today is that my refrigerator is near out of vegetables and I have little to no inclination to go out in this weather to the vegetable market and lug a huge backbreaking bag of vegetables.
Of course one could cycle there and I do, takes me three minutes at that but bringing that overstuffed bag, tipping the scales at more than five kgs back on a cycle is a mission and I usually end up walking.
One could say that I needn't buy so many vegetables but here's the thing; the small corner shop where I'd usually buy small amount of veggies has oddly closed down which means I need to visit the large vegetable market and there's no stopping once you see an array of so many colours in front.
Then you end up buying everything from greens to fruits to fish to tofu and what not and that's exactly why I only visit the big market on only some certain days, opting for the small shop on days when I need only small particular supplies, like maybe I need a pumpkin or some mushrooms etc which is exactly what I need.
Like I have the building blocks what with onions and tomatoes and potatoes but it's the other things like carrots and capsicum that I need and once I'm at the bigger market I know I'll come hands full with things I could do without for the meantime like chrysanthemum greens, Chinese Kale, endamame etc.

Life, I tell you, doesn't get easy.

Hearts

इश्क़ पर ज़ोर नहीं है ये वो आतिश 'ग़ालिब'

कि लगाए न लगे और बुझाए न बने

                                         -मिर्ज़ा ग़ालिब 

Reads

Who me?
A fan of aberrations. Stuck to anomalies like a leech.
Kiss kiss

Today

Click click clack
and so went my fingers
over the keyboard mad
I came from a walk
sat on my seat
and typed and typed
Until the door opened
and I wasn't alone
the time had lapsed
no dinner on the stove
What! I exclaimed
But it's been just a few minutes
apparently not
I wrote the entire afternoon
The whole of evening
and now there was no dinner
and I was still proofreading
pizza and beer!
Yuck but yum but yuck

Kryptonite lover

This idiotic desire to drink foamy milk.
How I have a thing for all that's bad for me.

@#$^&^*

Has it happened to you when you're trying to show people some video that to you is rather funny, that to you is worth sharing and after a few seconds of watching it people have inquired about the length of said funny clip because they'd like to know exactly how much time they'd need to keep watching the funnies!
The matricidal instincts in me begin to stir and I sit browsing undetectable poisons. 

kaboom kapow!

The kind of calamitous weather that marks the entry of Godzilla in a skyscraper-laden city is now being replicated in Shanghai on account of some typhoon and the way the skies are cracking their electric whips of lightning bolt through the darkening dimension of azure blues turning into dirty indigo it's enough to shatter eardrums.
There'd be a sudden flash, like Indra taking a photograph of the world map and a moment later a pandemonium of such roaring noise enough to unsettle wild animals, like the sky had just fallen on the ground breaking into a billion shards would follow.

Ominously dark, like the dingiest part of the hidden universe, swallowing black holes to stay shadowed, it feels like the day is beginning to get damned with a stifling flavour on account of not the smallest breath of breeze.

Today began with the kind of humidity that made skin feel like a condensing waterbottle. Airless and suffocating, the oppressiveness grew to the point where you sat or stood in perspiration puddle and lo! a second later it rained but with no efforts at alleviating the humidity because the humidity still lives even amongst the cascading waterfalls from the sky ready to drown all that stands under with a devastating orchestra of its own.

And eats

The finished product with a bowl of miso soup because why not?

Roll

Sometimes you need to ally with madness and just make some sushi at home. Bastardised to the core but that's how we travel with food.

Wake up

My dream annoyed me into waking.
I was on a bus that stopped at a toll and no one on the bus had the exact amount of money to be paid and the toll personnel was adamant about receiving exact change and every member on the bus was left rummaging in their wallets while cars behind us honked and yelled and it had become so exasperating that the pressure of it all began to unfurl my sleep and there I was awake.

Hearts

आशिक़ी में बहुत ज़रूरी है 

बेवफ़ाई कभी कभी करना 

     

    बशीर बद्र

♥️

Oh dearest..how you boost my morale.
Kisses a thousand.

Sweets

I have a funny bone but I do not have a sweet tooth and yet my body has been craving sugar for past few days; a craving that I've been thwarting and each night after dinner after indulging in my usual small piece of dark chocolate I look with eyes that drool at my small box of evil crystallised fruits..those sugar coated dried fruits that satisfy each saccharine need your body might have.
You know what I'm talking about..those dried mangoes that are sweeter than usual with a thick glaze of sugar that stays unseen but the moment you bite into it you know its sugarcoated.
Same with ginger, I mean whoever thought of crystallising ginger was a genius because there's this certain sprightliness in its peppy gingeriness mellowed by all that sugar that makes it sweet without letting it lose its jaunty spark.
Right, about sugar cravings.
I don't know why this is happening, why my body asks for it and the more I ignore it the more it requests.

Have you seen the movie chocolate?
Well is a movie where Juliet Binoche has opened a chocolaterie and the mayor believing chocolate to be evil temptation only ever sips on lemon water and one day when his reserves break the mayor goes to the chocolaterie and sets himself loose on all that is chocolate, biting, licking, chewing, all manner of every chocolate until he passes out under a mound of chocolates.
Yeah, so something like that might happen to me.

Meanwhile

A long walk and a diaphoretic shower later the body signals commands wherein I have to follow the orders to drench my throat in iced water or I die. Of course, I immediately comply, what with the lightning speed of shutting all windows and blasting the air conditioning only to shuffle in for a quick shower so I can absorb the welcome frigidity on cleansed skin. 
Now is the time my inner automaton says to slave over the hot stove, except it's Wednesday and something about Wednesday makes me feel like it's Friday and so instead of an elaborate meal of the usual I decide on simple things. chholay+rice+lassi+salad (because you need to graze on something of a different texture) and that would be it.

Green fairy

The caffeine purge ends tomorrow and I like how this Verdana font makes words look larger on a normal scale as opposed to times which sometimes needs a magnifying glass, but let me not wander from the topic that is my caffeine purge week ends tomorrow and I'm especially glad because this month as bland as it was, painful too (busted my quad) brought forth a new pash and you know my mania for new things and sudden, certain vagaries that crop up from nowhere..right, so talking of my new pash that is matcha.
yes, yes it's green tea, but a certain kind of green tea with excessive amounts of chlorophyll and powdery personality that seems to sing to my soul.
I've had this green elixir on and off but lately, I ventured into the manic territory and bought excessive amounts of it and added to my smoothies, turning them into liquified Hulk, so green did they become, to overnight oats and to steamed soy milk as regular matcha latte and let me tell you, that stuff is fantastic. 
I don't know what it is but the flavour, the scent and the green tint it offers, calls to me like a white light to lost souls. I can get a bit spiritual about things, especially foodstuffs and Matcha maketh my heart flutter.

I shall update more on it soon.. with pictures too. 

Eats

There are few ailments in this world that this bowl of rice submerged in chicken broth cannot cure.
Gratifyingly clean flavoured and soothingly bland interjected with furiously spicy chillies and pungent green onions underlined with cooked carrots, topped with chicken stripped to the bone. This is mercifully delicious and thankfully nutritious.

Morning moods

Does it happen to you that you wake up in the morning with a very specific need to eat something?
It happens to me in varying degrees which is why I end up cooking what I I end up cooking but today, i woke up with a thought that I wanted to eat chicken broth ladled over rice or noodles, but rice actually and so this morning I set about making it.
So by the time I'm done with my workout etc there will be a lot of golden chicken stock ready to be ladled over rice with some vegetables and stripped bits of meat.
Ah, lunch will be glorious.

Hearts

आरज़ू है कि तू यहाँ आए 

और फिर उम्र भर न जाए कहीं 

      

       नासिर काज़मी

And this and that

Dude I was just writing about both Atila and Godzilla, to talk about how these are going to be the movies on my must watch list.
Talk about hearts strung on the same line.

Godzilla looks like it'll have a whole lot of monsters but I'm only ever bothered about the one, the only and Atila looks on the perfection spectrum of CGI meets sci fi awesome.
Also that kid from stranger things, Millie whatever is five kinds of annoying, reminds me of Dakota Fanning as a child artist whom I always felt was born to be 80 years old. Grim, creeped out, with issues and sad as fuck.

Right now the only English movie playing in theatres apart from Jurassic World is skyscraper and I'm not sure if I'll watch it, but then again I've watched movies like Gods of Egypt sitting alone in cinema hall so perhaps this Rock movie could be possible.
Talking of Rock I saw Rampage and it was a good movie. The kind you'd like to sit while sipping on beer while the air conditioning blasts your bones out of your sockets.

H2O

This Havells RO water sucks donkey balls.
It's ridiculously silly.
I mean water unless it's from the gutter, doesn't make that much of a difference.
Drinking clean water is all you need. Magnetised, copper, ionised, sterilised are all just words. If it's not making you sick it's fine. Water is a miracle broth that can't be bettered.

Promises

There's an itch I need to scratch till it's a gaping wound.
Once I'm done with this bit of fiction I'm getting on with my food blog that's left ignored and I plan on making a good lot of lavish things to update on it.
I mean cakes and cookies and breads and all that's elaborate and beautiful.
It's been a while since I did something sugary on my blog.
If in case I forget, remind me. You can hold me to it, these are my words. I plan on seeing it through..

:/

Potato tori subzi sounds like reverse orgasm.
Something to endure. I don't think I'll ever love the very green flavour that tori embodies.
:(

With pepper on top

Few things as pleasurable as just out of the oven bread slathered with butter; piping hot and freshly baked.
A cooks treat in between hectic dinner prep.

Daydum!

There's something to be said about being in an automated transcript the moment the clock strikes 6.
Suddenly I'm soaking rice, making dough, chopping tomatoes, pressure cooking lentils, chopping vegetables- okra (today), flinging things in hot oil, sprinkling salt and spices, pushing buttons on rice cookers, stirring things, tasting things, tempering things, rolling breads, watching them puff, chopping salads, throwing poppadums on blue flame, setting plates and whoosh! I'm now Washing dishes, setting them in drier and it's almost eight and I don't even remember eating the food, because all this time to cook and ten minutes to eat.
This is injustice my lord!

^>

My life would be more a clockwork cucumber than a clockwork orange.

and so now

The thing with pens, like love letters, is that one can't ever have enough of them and they're much too fun collecting, snuck inside of boxes, in drawers, in scared secret places where you can look at them longingly, sometimes touch them, hold them and read them over and over again, though in this case write with them.

I was thinking of going on a stationery jaunt this weekend to buy some art material. Some thick papers good for dry brushing, a few pens, both the ones I need for drawing as well as ink pens and maybe even some colours.

Now?
Now I shall go on a walk with the dog who always know the time. 

half done's

Old stories in drafts
pinned on papers, scratched, erased
written upon
resembling scrap material
for deranged crafts
pretty words, silly sentences
idiotic situations
holed plots
redeeming epiphanies
that could be useful grafts

Lunch Tuesday

The thin line between breakfast and brunch gloriously discredited by a fabulous Upma with everything delicious, from peanuts to veggies to Raisins, served rebelliously with rashers of bacon to make it go from fantastic to ecstatic.

Morning scenes

Bright morning light that is kissed every moment, momentarily by grey clouds of thunderous bearings.
The continuous play of white and grey during upheavals of winds that makes the trees sway to its tune of typhonic harp.
An orchestra conductor invisibly shakes the stick sometimes towards the sky, sometimes towards the tree and vibrates at the cicada's perched on leaves for roaring encores.

Hearts

दिल की नाज़ुक रगें टूटती हैं 

याद इतना भी कोई न आए 

-कैफ़ी आज़मी

Flicks

I know how I've gotten Netflix to finally play by switching vpn's in the house (long story there's a vpn device now.).. and how I've binge watched Sacred games and now Narcos 3.
This is unhealthy.

:(

Productivity has been an all time low today. Most disturbing.
I'm sad.

Gah

Just my luck to run out of it the very moment I begin feeling lucky.
Case in point the vpn that's been acting up and I can't seem to post my new chapter. Goddamit!

Hate

Leave it to people to keep half empty ice trays in the freezer. How the heat rises in my ever frothing brain, bright with phosphorescent ways to cull the bastard!

Clock

Animals can't tell time and yet they know when it's time.

Complaints

I'm having trouble getting my laptop connect to vpn and thus relegated to posting through my phone like a Neanderthal that I'm not.
I'm low on luck today.
Case in point my brunch that started as something promising but by the time I'd plated it the food looked like garbage squished together with noodles and soup and I'm not much for appearances but the damn thing tasted very mediocre.
How I grazed through that large bowl of squid, sprouts, vermicelli Korean soup is a mystery and I'm still unhappy about having eaten something I didn't thoroughly enjoy.

Now my vpn refuses to connect and to think this was going to be just another Monday.
I fee like dunking myself in coffee but instead I'm going to find solace in some cold water.
I did upper body strength workout today and it's left my arms feeling a bit like noodles.
Gah!
I need something happy to happen.
Anything.

Pilot

Such mad fondness for these pilot pens.

Hearts

चोरी चोरी हम से तुम आ कर मिले थे जिस जगह 

मुद्दतें गुज़रीं पर अब तक वो ठिकाना याद है 

           

         हसरत मोहानी

>

Ramune bottle is much like banta soda bottle, but that's where the similarity ends. It's like comparing a glacier to a freezer that's not been defrosted for years.
Banta soda is just soda innit? It's then mixed with mud coloured flavourings, salts and all and vigorously mixed to attain the required taste whereas Ramune is wispy flavoured soda that's ethereal in taste like a kiss on the tip of the tongue.
So yes. It's not Banta soda.

Misses

What with steady rains and no updates; my heart sinks, it gets wet..
♥️

Drink link

I don't know if this will work but I found something. 

https://www.ubuy.co.in/brand/ramune

Hearts

हम आह भी करते हैं तो हो जाते हैं बदनाम 

वो क़त्ल भी करते हैं तो चर्चा नहीं होता 

अकबर इलाहाबादी

repast

Nighttime and the white noise keeps me company from thoughts that ready to begin their feast on my sanity.

Peaches

Coca Cola peach. Why?
I know I should have for pure academic purposes bought and tried one but I just didn't feel it, instead uh..I bough some Ramune to drink sparingly and you know my darling, how I favour that lovely drink over anything else.

Oh yeah

Success

Well whaddya know!
This seems like it can be it.
I'll arrange and update

Kisses

Understated noons

Morning words

You're a vegetarian. Eat your fucking plants

Morning walks

This is outside someone's house.

Hearts

बात बस से निकल चली है 

दिल की हालत सँभल चली है 

-फ़ैज़ अहमद फ़ैज़

:;

I love you still and that's the misery of it.

salmagundi saves

It was only today that I was complaining about not having newspapers and in fact almost contemplated asking my neighbours for some because, well, there are times when my pets tend to throw up and it's during moments of such duress that I need newspapers and that's precisely when I don't have them, because papers are good for the preliminary cleanse which can then be followed up by mopping and disinfectant wiping and having stripped my house of almost everything useless, as in which I realized I don't have much use for and decluttering it with a vengeance I have not a single nonessential newspaper just loitering about that I could use for such instances which happened yesterday.
I mean I could use a tissue paper, but would you use an ink dropper to empty a bucket? I could use kitchen towels but that's such dreadful waste.
So yes, don't be a hoarder but a bit of clutter can be saved for a rainy day; just stash it away someplace it can't be seen. 

updates and all

Well, whaddya know!
I'm back, I'm tired and I'm hungry, even though I had lunch which I felt was not enough even though it was.
Fun wouldn't be the exact word to explain it but it wasn't boring and it was, well, decently engrossing, though I'd say that it was the mothers of the kids who were more interested in learning what I had to teach and don't get me started on the exclamations emitted in gasps of wonderment when I dotted a page with different colors to show how wet on wet works. It's not like I was conjuring fireworks, except it was something so new to everyone that almost the entire time everyone only experimented with that one technique.
I guess watercolours do that to you.
Though my biggest gripe was that very few people brought proper watercolour paper. Almost everyone had regular sketching sheets and No, it's not going to do the trick but I found a way around that and once I gave them drawn out stencils of watermelons and bananas on proper watercolour paper they realized what they should've brought instead and even made notes.
Almost every parent was convinced that their child would be the next Dali and I didn't want to rain on their parade.

But seriously kids have the attention span of a dead mosquito and most of them decided to write their names on sheets and experiment with mixing colours in a way that it felt like there was mud splashing over their pages.
Anyhoo, done and dusted and now I crave caffeine, but settling for a rooibos tea instead cuz purge week.

Tell more, lots of things. I miss..

Run baby run

Say one thing about mornings say they sneak up on you when you're least expecting.
I mean today is busy I know that but it's also Friday which means morning office hours are just a bit relaxed, a bit being the keyword which also means I can wake up an hour late around seven and go about the usual grind which is exactly what I did except this is a different morning.
I've to be someplace in another hour and a half and I realize what with breakfast, cleaning the house and dog, cat routine the only person who's been absolutely ignored is me!
Damn it I've not gotten ready yet, I haven't had breakfast not even decided what to wear.
Something school appropriate?
Smart casuals?
Dear oh dear!

Hearts

दिल में अब यूँ तिरे भूले हुए ग़म आते हैं 

जैसे बिछड़े हुए काबे में सनम आते हैं 

-फ़ैज़ अहमद फ़ैज़