Sunday, December 04, 2016

Sunday Flower

What is it we are looking for?

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Red Flag


Friday, November 25, 2016

Cockeyed Metal Pig

Peeping through the wall.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

Thursday, November 17, 2016


.. in the dark.

Friday, November 04, 2016


Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Mumbra Hills

Oh so long ago we came here with Errol D'Douza to learn rock climbing. Me, Vivek and Shabbir. We started with the nursery at Kanheri. Then did the slab there at 34. Mumbra was harder – there were lots of loose rocks around.

It must have been sometime in '97 or '98. One early morning we travelled from Kurla by slow train to Mumbra station. We had to go towards the right - towards Kalva. The slums were not as widespread as now but we still had to navigate them. Errol told us of the Nutan (film actress of old) bungalow which was perched on a ridge. It was a famous landmark at that time. From our spot we could see the railway line below us and the water body beyond. Errol was a super fun person with amazing stories. He was also a kickass teacher.

A few years ago I went to stay at a friend's friend's place in Kalva. We reached very late and partied all night. In the morning when I woke up and looked out of the window, lo behold our old rock climbing spot right outside! The buildings have taken over now. Everywhere.

Saturday, July 02, 2016

Approaching Monsoon


A pink blush late in the sky.

Thursday, June 02, 2016

High ground

I so wish to be walking these footpaths..

Monday, May 09, 2016

Kalsubai from Panzare

Beautiful memories.

Saturday, April 09, 2016

A Room

Nothing to do.

Sunday, April 03, 2016

Kille Peth

Of times long gone...

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Wishful Abode

Wish I lived here...

Friday, February 26, 2016

Seller of food

Supports life, in a way.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016


Omnipresent change

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Sunday Flower

"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing" – Socrates

Monday, January 25, 2016

Medow and hill

We walk across the lush green grass, eyes on the blue mountains.
The hills we must cross, to drench into the far away rains.
The clouds have come down and beckon us into their fold,
Onto the distant mountain stronghold...

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Path and tree

Tuesday, January 19, 2016


Ride into the rain – Ride.
Across the windy plain – Ride.
Through winding lanes and slanting hills – Ride.
Ride into the fading rain... Ride!

Sunday, January 17, 2016

One early morning

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Will it rain again?

The clouds gather over the distant hills. The grass is a vibrant green. 

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Hill and wood

Trying to work with the watercolours. The aim is to get the monsoon feel...

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Sahyadris in the Monsoon