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still water: May it end
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Those who dream by day are far more cognizant of things than those who just dream by night. Tuesday, May 12, 2009. This is a sketch I had done last year, as I spent the summer here in Ahmedabad. It is very hot. Of late, I have been getting up very early and then running indoors to my office where I hide away all day.We all turn to each other and murmur 'climate change', then flip on the switches of AC's and coolers, and keep them running all day. But how can we not? Posted by still water. Any reproductio...
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still water: 420 at Masala Chai!!
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Those who dream by day are far more cognizant of things than those who just dream by night. Wednesday, September 3, 2008. 420 at Masala Chai! All apologies for the lateness of this post. I have been caught up in work as usual, specifically two books, which I hope to talk about really soon. Till then, I wanted to let you all know that "420" has been profiled on the visual arts blog, "Masala chai.". Do check out the link here. Posted by still water. September 14, 2008 at 10:30 PM. A hoping to be free spirit.
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still water: Time catching up
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Those who dream by day are far more cognizant of things than those who just dream by night. Thursday, February 26, 2009. What to say, I guess time really did squeeze and congeal for me back there a bit. I really cannot believe it has been so long. There is a lot of news and much to share, but most importantly I am happy to tell you that my first book as an illustrator is now done and is in the stores for sale! It is called "Monkey tales" by Rohinton Mody. Go out and get a copy! Posted by still water.
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still water: Finding the way back to Ithaka
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Those who dream by day are far more cognizant of things than those who just dream by night. Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Finding the way back to Ithaka. Posted by still water. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A hoping to be free spirit. View my complete profile. Rainy day women: Love and the Monsoon. Finding the way back to Ithaka. June: Goodbye to the travelling bag. May: in memory of The Clash. A city in a desert: Part 3. A city in a desert: Part 2. A city in a desert: Part 1. Myriad Musings and More.
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still water: April: Distant shores
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Those who dream by day are far more cognizant of things than those who just dream by night. Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Are some of us eternal travelers? Forever in transit,. Hoping to reach an unknown destination? Or are we all ceaselessly moving,. Even as we think we are content to stand still? Content as we stand still. As we grow older, in one of the rare instances. Of circumstance reflecting reality,. Family gives way to the self,. And we find ourselves making journeys in the silence of solitude.
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still water: Mar Adentro: The sea inside
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Those who dream by day are far more cognizant of things than those who just dream by night. Tuesday, October 28, 2008. Mar Adentro: The sea inside. Posted by still water. Wat r these akhila r they prints or painted plates.looks damn graphic.full on postmodernism happening :)the poem is also quite nice. October 28, 2008 at 7:53 AM. They are actually xeroxes of painted sketches. :). October 29, 2008 at 12:24 AM. Pleasure to see your work. November 12, 2008 at 10:46 AM. November 20, 2008 at 10:15 AM.
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still water: A city in a desert: Part 1
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Those who dream by day are far more cognizant of things than those who just dream by night. Wednesday, June 25, 2008. A city in a desert: Part 1. International airports in India are difficult to see. It is not that the government is torturing passengers (well not intentionally anyway), but it is the kind of people you see there that makes you stop and look, and wonder. And look back at yourself. And as I sat, watching these very people, I wished that money, that borders did not exist, at least for a few ...
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still water: Rainy day women: Love & the Monsoon
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Those who dream by day are far more cognizant of things than those who just dream by night. Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Rainy day women: Love and the Monsoon. Posted by still water. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A hoping to be free spirit. View my complete profile. Rainy day women: Love and the Monsoon. Finding the way back to Ithaka. June: Goodbye to the travelling bag. May: in memory of The Clash. A city in a desert: Part 3. A city in a desert: Part 2. A city in a desert: Part 1. Do your own thing.
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still water: Onto Mumbai, Khandala and Pune
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Those who dream by day are far more cognizant of things than those who just dream by night. Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Onto Mumbai, Khandala and Pune. It is called 'Kala-safed' (black and white) and is quite beautiful. Wearing their clothes is like wearing a drawing, the lines and checks of the Chanderi and Maheshwari silk are combined in various sizes and thicknesses on a single garment. As the wearer walks, the checks seem to shimmmer and come to life. Really. Posted by still water. Any reproduction the...
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still water: a poem
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Those who dream by day are far more cognizant of things than those who just dream by night. Friday, October 24, 2008. And one moment stretches out. I taste my lips. The heat of the cigarette. Lingers on, in each of its. Small folds and puckers. Long after the source is gone. I know I will feel. And think of you. The silence bends around us. And I can sense. We've snatched a time. From routine and industry. I lay down on. A pillow at my head. Hypnotised by the movement. Of the fan above. That the walls and.
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