What I experienced on the river was of course soothing and exhilarating at the same time, but what I experienced on the ride back in the van – that was utterly sublime. That in-the-van experience makes that trip so memorable, so precious.
How Tagore Bought Me Free Lunch In The Nilgiris
Just like Allahabad is the point of confluence of three rivers, (Ganga, Yamuna, and the chronically shy Saraswati), a small town in the Nilgiri mountain range is a confluence of three South Indian languages: Tamil, Malayalam, and Kannada. This town, though officially in Tamil Nadu, is right at the border of both Kerala and Karnataka.… Continue reading How Tagore Bought Me Free Lunch In The Nilgiris
A Morning In The Nilgiris
Here I am right at the edge of Mudumalai forest in the Gudalur Cosmopolitan Club infused with new energy and hope, recharged by the utterly pristine cool air, tweets of real birds, and abundant greenery. My hand is moving so smoothly and easily on paper, like it had never become sluggish and weak. My phone… Continue reading A Morning In The Nilgiris
Circles Of Harmony
Products Of Calm From August to December last year, almost every morning, I went for a different kind of a walk, engaged in a different kind of meditation. When we sit down to meditate, eyes closed, bang! all the cacophony of our mind becomes apparent and most of the time is spent being buffeted around… Continue reading Circles Of Harmony
That’s All “It” Asks
how will you garland the wind, touch the feet of sunshine? is there any need to? turn your face to the wind the sunshine and the moonlight immerse in the dark night listen to its gurgling flow wet your fingers in the water… i hug god with my heart that’s all “It” asks if anything… Continue reading That’s All “It” Asks
Desert Dusk (artwork)
Digital Art. Made first in MS Paint and then re-implemented in Inkscape.
trees, me and everyone
not trees, raised arms
of the earth are these
seeking blessings every day
for you and me
~ translation from original in Hindi by Marudhar Mridul
coconut tree in the dark
i live under the umbrella
of a coconut tree
in the dark night
above i see …
The Vocal Tribe Of Trees
When I paint or draw I mostly just let my hand move any which way it wishes to go. It is a discovery for me to see what is emerging. That is what happened with this painting too. Once this painting was done, it seemed to me as if the tree, as a representative of… Continue reading The Vocal Tribe Of Trees
to be me
i wish to be a butterfly.
i wish to ride the bare back horse
on vast and open greens –
wind blowing in my hair.
i wish the crackling fire beside,
below night sky –
a distant drum in the air.