Sketchy Affair

My love for sketching has always been like the high school boyfriend. We might be dating different peiople now but always there for each other. I might be dabbling in 5 different areas but it has always been at the back of my mind, like a comforting feeling. Like something I can always turn to when things get messy. Not necessarily to get back together but just as a solid shoulder to rest. Few sketches, old ones, randomly done.

The shy one

Surprised....I never thought

Maybe it should've been the kiss in the rain

Tired

The best thing about a smoke is , it never lets you die alone

Disclaimer : Some are pinterest inspired

My Version of Tiny Tales

Anybody heard of Terribly Tiny Tales? They are this facebook group I'm a huge fan of. Their funda is to choose a word and write a whole tale around it. Conditions applied...tales can not be more than the size of a tweet (140 characters). Now inspired by this site, I've created some Tiny Tales of my own.

1) Word = Cheat
 "You cheated on me with her, how could you?" screamed the weighing machine to diet plan as chocolate stood silent.

2) Word = Dreamcatcher
"Brought you a goodbye gift", she said "A dreamcatcher to shoo away your nightmares" didn’t say the goodbye to him was her worst nightmare.

Memory Musings

Memories can be funny things. An elaborate set up is not needed to travel to the past. A similar name, a random hummed song, a familiar path, a remembered smell can cause a rush of feelings. Repressed stories buried in some corner of the heart are awakened with a jolt. A little ache gnaws the insides as heartstrings are pulled, heartbeats are risen, laughs are heard and secrets are whispered. Each asking for a little more time, a little more attention. Everytime they are played & replayed. The version of how it was & a tiny maybe of how it should have been. They are deliberately put to rest most of times, but ever so gently they are relived with a faint smile or a deep scar

I See Summer

I remember a little purple room

I see a little ray of sunlight streaming like a ribbon through the blurry panes of the old wooden window

I see a sequinned curtain catching the light, throwing billion little rainbows on the wall by its side
I hear the distant sound of a koel cooing post her afternoon nap
I see a lavender wall plastered with old photographs, unmindful sketches, random written phrases & dotted with Harry Potter cut-outs
I see a curved terrace, a myriad of chunris, tied to a cane swing, peacefully billowing in the wind
I hear Euphoria singing Maeri
I feel the warm noon breeze tugging at the hems of my pop green skirt
I hear the girly giggles & laughter of friends tumbling over each other as we play a pillow fight
I feel their hugs and hear their stories as the conversation deepens over mugs of drinking chocolate
I smell musty books as I lean closer to the wooden shelf, I smell the sharp spirit as my toenails are painted red
I smell fresh baked nankatais & shot buns as the neighbourhood bakery opens
I smell sweet tea laced with ginger & cardamom
I hear shrieks & shouts of neighbourhood boys calling for a game of gully cricket
I see my crush clutching his bat, getting ready for a spin ball, I get nudges from my girls as he hits it square
I see a 15 yr old me on a pink cycle – daddy’s birthday gift. I feel sweat, tired from a ride
I see twilight
I see a summer from the memory book, clumsy & innocent just the way I remember