Utmost Feelings – An ode to dear Astha

A tribute to Astha Srivastava. Her stories will forever remain in our hearts. 💜 May her soul rest in eternal peace ☮️

If you’re reading this Son, know that I love you

I hope everyone is staying strong and safe! My own eulogy would have been different. But I lost my uncle (brother's father) most recently. I tried to express what he felt and how he would want his son to think of him now that he's gone. Always praying for a better life for wherever he is now.

What’s for Dinner? 👩‍🍳

Literal Translation: He who works eats, he who doesn’t work, eats, drinks and sleeps.

The last woman – An ode to my sketch book

I hope you enjoy this time-lapse.

Adrift

[Monitor beeping....] [Muffled breathing...] Her body fell into a deeper abyss. Hey eyes felt jaded. She fell into a deeper state of trance. Could it be all the anesthesia that made her feel this way? From the infinitesimal peek between her eyelashes and skin, she could see a faint image of her parents. They looked...

All of me

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Bangalore Days

That was a beginning of my love for the South Indian creations. They are more content driven, touching and definitely leave a hangover. If it wasn’t for that one evening of crazy, I don’t think I’d ever truly enjoy my first experience of a south Indian film.

𝔻𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 🌸

|| Just like the sun and the moon, one a star, the other a large mass of rock and dirt, people feel connected to one another despite of their differences. They say the first impressions last. I say they are judging too fast. See how the unknown merges into the known. Love is tangled in...

The last call

It's hard to lose someone. You imagine you will never get over the pain. It will hurt less someday and you will survive. As irreparably broken, gutted, hollow as one may feel, it does not kill you. While it may feel as though a dementor has sucked every last hint of happiness from your chest, you will have days where you think of them and you do not cry. There will even be days you smile while you remember them. Be thankful for those days, which fend off despair like my personal little patronus charm. I know that is what they would want for me, and how they would want to be remembered — with love and joy instead of pain and tears.