The Purple Sunbird. Though found all over the Indian subcontinent, the scientists say that its movements are not clearly understood (they could be talking about me 😂).
Category: Art
The Red-vented Bulbul
If nothing else, this dusty-looking bird teaches you that everyone has a story and if you wait patiently and ask politely, they'll always surprise you.
Red-vented Bulbul
If nothing else, this dusty-looking bird teaches you that everyone has a story and if you wait patiently and ask politely, they'll always surprise you.
The Scarlet Minivet
I cannot believe I summoned the courage to paint the Scarlet Minivet. Even though the name itself strictly tells you what colour to use, it's hard to replicate real life lustre of this bird on paper.
Coppersmith Babbler
I am so lax about updating my blog. Hopefully I will be more diligent over the next few days. The bird was painted in acrylic colours.
Ordinary Unhappy
You know that perfect moment of happiness? You wake up in the morning with the clarity that it's a Sunday, miraculously you've done your homework or there was none, no exams looming, your friends are still talking to you and your boyfriend hasn't yet kissed your best friend. But mostly because your mother is still [...]
The Moon
What do you do when your betrayer asks for more. You don't say (like I did), I have given you everything, my youth, my beauty, my trust, my heart, my body, my hopes, my love, my dreams. What more can I give you? A kidney perhaps? Or a lobe of liver? The Master stared wistfully [...]
The Gift That Kept On Giving.
Pepita had nothing to offer Baby Jesus as a gift on the eve of Christmas. She watched sadly as all her schoolmates walked past her hut to the church, their arms laden with the choicest of food and clothing and toys. She knew her poor parents wouldn’t be able to help her, they had barely [...]
Winter is Coming
She had done alright, she thought, looking at her partner of many years. He had kept himself well and had proved a good father and a good mate, if a bit of an airhead. But that couldn’t be helped. His beauty would always come in the way of any real need for self-improvement. He still [...]
The Maiden
Rishi Galava was a desperate man. And he had no one but himself to blame. He had insisted that his guru and father, Vishwamitra, accept some guru dakshina even though Vishwamitra had wanted none. Annoyed by his persistence, Vishwamitra imperiously demanded 800 steeds, white as moonlight, with one side of one ear dark as night. [...]
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