Abstract Watercolor Series 2: Oceanspray


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Printed Silk Ocean Colors

This is the second abstract art piece I made for my products. I think I like this one more than the first. I am calling it “Ocean Spray” but then, I kind of like “Lillies of the Valley” too. The purple/lavender splotches look  bit like flowers to me. Which do you think is better?

I am not sure if this could be called abstract art, or just colourways, or maybe, patterns. But I’m having SO much fun making them. Plus, as usual, they look really amazing on the home decor products. I mean, who wouldn’t want a shower curtain like this? Or leggings!

This stuff is on 20% discount and free worldwide shipping right now.



Abstract Watercolor Series 1: Rose Clouds


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Printed Silk-Rose Clouds

Its been a long time since I made something that could potentially earn me some dolla dolla billz, y’all.

So, I have been working on this abstract series which I call “printed silk”. This is the first one that I’ve published. I can see it as a giant print, framed in dull gold and hanging above a leather sofa. And I know, peddling and all that dirty business, but you guys, the blanket is SO luxurious looking and literally softer than a bunny rabbit. The leggings are very sexy too. Overall, I am sure I will make ten dollars from this. Exciting!


Moving House


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moving house

We have moved. And so, the last seven days have been spent in a perpetual state of shock by my husband (at the amount of things we have) and a perpetual state of exhaustion by me (due to the amount of things we have).

Don’t you just love how everything magically expands in volume the minute you decide to move?

Shubho Bijoya


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Shubho Bijoya_Bengali Couple

In October, Bengalis celebrate Durga, the goddess of Shakti, in a five day long festival. We worship her as our mother and as our daughter. She is our daughter, married, with four children, living in marital bliss with her husband, Shiva. Once a year, she leaves her marital home to come stay with her parents, that is us. This homecoming is what millions of Bengalis look forward to all year. We light up the streets and clean our homes, buy new clothes and prepare to welcome her.

On the fifth day, which is today this year, we say goodbye to her with tears in our eyes. We offer her all her favorite foods and give her new clothes and jewelry. We ask her to come again next year, because without her our home feels empty and joyless. After she leaves, we hug each other, give gifts to the little ones and touch the feet of our elders and ask for their blessing to commemorate Durga’s stay with us.

We wish everyone a “shubho bijoya”, so that the year ahead is full of light and all that is good. It is said that the Gods made Durga, the destroyer of all evil, after harnessing the strength and love of all the mothers in the world. On this day, we wish everyone the strength to have a kind heart in a cruel world, to stand up against all evil and always remember what’s important – family.

Shubho Bijoya and a very happy Dussehra to everyone!

PS: The illustration is of a Bengali couple in our traditional style of saree and dhoti-kurta.

My Baby is Fat


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fat cocker spaniel

I have news about my furbaby, Lola. I was going to order a doggy raincoat for her and so I called home to find out her exact measurements. The numbers my father gave me over the phone would more aptly describe a little ‘takiya”( a fat cylindrical indian side-pillow) rather than a dog standing at a whopping height of 19 inches from the ground.

Lola is a Fatty Mcfatty now. And all the exercise and diet food in the world will not help because she likes to beg and my parents always oblige. She also likes to be carried around the house like a baby, so this is alarming news.

But also cute. ‘Cuz now when she does her two-legged happy dance, all that junk in her trunk makes it even more adorable.

No One Wins in a War


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husna by piyush mishra

1947 saw arbitrary borders being drawn across one nation, slicing the heart of an entire people in two, forever. Just like the Syrian people, families from both sides of the border left behind everything they considered home – to stay alive, to be forever estranged from their loved ones,  and to forever remain a foreigner in one’s own home. On the way, both sides killed, raped and tortured each other – like a man who tears out his own hair in anger and despair, wounding himself to alleviate the pain.

On one such dark night, a young man whose true love, Husna, has stayed behind in Pakistan, writes a letter that will never reach her. But he imagines that they are both looking into the same moonless sky and his words will find her. Broken and bitter, he asks if, now that there were two nations, does the sunrise look different in Hindustan? Do leaves in autumn no longer change colour in Pakistan? Does Pakistan also silently weep at night for all the lost loves, just like Hindustan? He lost Husna and she him, so who really won in this war?

O Husna
Lahore ke uss
Pehle jile ke
Do pargana mein pahunche
Resham gali ki
Dooje kuche ke
Chauthe makaan mein pahunche
Aur kehte hai jisko
Dooja mulk uss
Pakistan mein pahunche
Likhta hun khat mein
Hindustan se Pehlu e Husna mein pahunche
O Husna
Main to hun baitha
O Husna meri
Yaadon purani mein khoya
Main to hun baitha
O Husna meri
Yaadon purani mein khoya
Pal pal ko ginta
Pal pal ko chunta
Beeti kahani mein khoya
Patte jab jhadte Hindustan mein
Yaadien tumhari ye bolein
Hota ujala, Hindustan mein, batein tumhari ye bolein
O Husnaa meri yeh to batado
Hota hai aisa kya
Uss gulistan mein
Rehti ho nanhee kabutar see gum tum jahaan
O Husna
Patte kya jhadte hain
Pakistan mein
Vaise hi jaise jhadte yahaan
O Husna
Hota ujala kya vaisa hi hai
Jaisa hota Hindustan mein haan
O Husna
Woh heeron ke ranjhe
Ke nagmein mujhko
Ab tak aa aake sataien
Woh Bulley Shah ki
Takriro ki, jheene jheene saaye
Woh Id ki iddi
Lambi namazey
Seyvaiyon ki jhaale
Woh Diwali key diye sang mein
Baisakhi ke badal
Holi ki woh lakdi jinmein
Sang sang aanch lagai
Lohdi ka woh dhuan jis mein
Dhadkhan hai sulgai
 O Husna meri ye toh batado
Lohdi ka dhuan kya ab bhi nikalta hai
Jaisa nilkalta tha uss daur mein vahaan
O Husna
Dhuan mein gulstan yeh barbaad ho raha hai
Ik rang sya kaala, ejad ho raha hai
Ke heeron ke ranjhon ke
Nagmein kya ab bhi
Sune jaate hai haan vahaan
O Husna
Aur rota hai raaton mein Pakistan
kya vaise hi jaise Hindustan
O Husna

PS: If you don’t read Urdu or Hindi, I am sorry but I don’t think I can do justice to the translation for this one. But you can listen to the song here. 

Love in the Time of Cholera


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Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”

Marquez’s ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ is a book I reread in times of distress. There’s something so life affirming about this piece of literature that it fascinates, excites and calms me, all at the same time. Fermina Daza remains one my favorite characters in literature, and half way through reading the book for the third time, I started this little painting without any direction or set ideas about form or color. I like to think the words manifested themselves in the colors and, right at the end, while waiting for the page to dry, a magical accident happened. The bottle of gold pigment on my desk has a loose lid and it tipped over when I tried reaching for a pen. I rushed to fix it by dusting off the gold, but the stubborn glittery powder stuck to the painting. I was really upset. But in the end, after everything dried, the painting is all the better for it. More so in person, than in this miserable scan.

Reality is full of magic. Sometimes, that magic comes in the shape of accidents.


Life is Tough


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Freida needs a Break


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Sometimes I think if Freida Kahlo was alive, she would be quite tired of the constant co-opting of her life and art. Like Che Guevara, who now finds himself a tool for selling the very things he stood against. So here she is, looking like she really, really needs a break. Still striking though.

In Pero by Aneeth Arora


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Pero is an Indian fashion brand that works with traditional fabric and embroidery, with sustainable, fair trade textiles. Their recent show had this stunning embroidered top, and the styling was very Freida-esque. Now, since I can’t afford the beautiful piece in question, I did a little illustration, just to feel close to it :)

Growing Up


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girl in the news2

“We mature with the damage, not with the years”

Stone Cold Fox


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May be at some point you become what you pretend to be. Then it wouldn’t be pretending, it would be a journey to self realization.


Hair Nude 4


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hair nude 3

The Good Dreams Come During the Day


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Daydreaming about …

1. The moment you realize that the person you cared for has nothing intellectually or spiritually to offer you, but a headache.

2. The moment you realize God had greater plans for you that don’t involve crying at night or sad Pinterest quotes.

3. The moment you stop comparing yourself to others because it undermines your worth, education and your parent’s wisdom.

4. The moment you live your dreams, not because of what it will prove or get you, but because that is all you want to do. People’s opinions don’t matter.

5. The moment you realize that no one is your enemy, except yourself.

6. The moment you realize that you can have everything you want in life. However, it takes timing, the right heart, the right actions, the right passion and a willingness to risk it all. If it is not yours, it is because you really didn’t want it, need it or God prevented it.

7. The moment you realize the ghost of your ancestors stood between you and the person you loved. They really don’t want you mucking up the family line with someone that acts anything less than honorable.

8. The moment you realize that happiness was never about getting a person. They are only a helpmate towards achieving your life mission.

9. The moment you believe that love is not about losing or winning. It is just a few moments in time, followed by an eternity of situations to grow from.

10. The moment you realize that you were always the right person. Only ignorant people walk away from greatness.
― Shannon Adler

Hair Illustration 3 (NSFW)


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hair illustration 3-blog

May be NSFW. Depends on where you W, I guess.


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