Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Aug 14, 2013
Oct 7, 2012
Flower Power
When there is an explosion of drawable flowers in one's house, one must, absolutely must draw them.
Dec 7, 2011
The Painted Postcards : 1
Well, hopefully part-1 that is.
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In a fit of boredom and missing my college friends, I decided to make postcards for everyone.
Eventually, I made only two and then never found my way to the post-office. Now that both the cards have been delivered- many months after they were made- here they are - a Singin' in the Rain + batch joke inspired card for the louwely Mildred and film reels and chai cups + Filmclub louwe for the amazing and newly christened Strawbella.
POSTER PAINTS / ROTRING / COLOUR PENCILS / PHOTO INKS ON RS.0.50 POSTCARD
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In a fit of boredom and missing my college friends, I decided to make postcards for everyone.
Eventually, I made only two and then never found my way to the post-office. Now that both the cards have been delivered- many months after they were made- here they are - a Singin' in the Rain + batch joke inspired card for the louwely Mildred and film reels and chai cups + Filmclub louwe for the amazing and newly christened Strawbella.
More soon (again, hopefully).
POSTER PAINTS / ROTRING / COLOUR PENCILS / PHOTO INKS ON RS.0.50 POSTCARD
Mar 29, 2010
drip drip drip
Written on a wet, dark, rainy day.
Left quite unfinished as thoughts flit between Bangalore, Milan and elsewheres in time.
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It pours.
It beats on the roof and down on the swelling puddles. The noise is so much, I can't hear over the rain. I put down my headphones and pause iTunes.
Clouds roll ahead, like surf hitting the beach. Fluid. They glide. The rain slows down to a simmer, it sounds like static. Little grains of blue, black, grey and white dance in a frenzy. Hypnotising. Numbing. A single drop jumps into an empty bucket, the moment of collision echoes through the room. It jumps, echoes; again and again and again until it exhausts itself.
Silence.
Cold cold silence. It hangs around me, moist, damp, heavy. There are no ceiling fans here. I stare at the flat white ceiling. The snow continues to float outside in the streetlights. There must be a wind too, the snow isn't falling straight.
I sleep.
The wind makes it seem colder. I put on my yellow raincoat as we step outside. It smells strange, a mix of cold rain and new plastic. My shoes are drenched, they squelch with every step, from the water inside and the slush outside. We trek back to Bison Valley Lodge; I hope the leeches stay clear of me.
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Left quite unfinished as thoughts flit between Bangalore, Milan and elsewheres in time.
***
It pours.
It beats on the roof and down on the swelling puddles. The noise is so much, I can't hear over the rain. I put down my headphones and pause iTunes.
Pangaea Rising
Be the Change
Reminds me of the Great Deluge. Apt.Be the Change
Clouds roll ahead, like surf hitting the beach. Fluid. They glide. The rain slows down to a simmer, it sounds like static. Little grains of blue, black, grey and white dance in a frenzy. Hypnotising. Numbing. A single drop jumps into an empty bucket, the moment of collision echoes through the room. It jumps, echoes; again and again and again until it exhausts itself.
Silence.
Cold cold silence. It hangs around me, moist, damp, heavy. There are no ceiling fans here. I stare at the flat white ceiling. The snow continues to float outside in the streetlights. There must be a wind too, the snow isn't falling straight.
I sleep.
The wind makes it seem colder. I put on my yellow raincoat as we step outside. It smells strange, a mix of cold rain and new plastic. My shoes are drenched, they squelch with every step, from the water inside and the slush outside. We trek back to Bison Valley Lodge; I hope the leeches stay clear of me.
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Sep 7, 2009
A daylong evening
Counting custard apple seeds, listening to the rain drum its fingers on the trees.
Watching cars splash through puddles while the dogs stare instead of chasing them.
A spray of leaves, the drizzle looks yellowgreen for a moment.
Clouds cast shadows, evening has arrived mid-day.
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