This post was incredibly difficult for me to articulate, but I'm overwhelmed with your love and feedback. I could finally gather the courage to do this! 💜 I would love to hear your stories as well and if there is anything you'd like to share. Your support means the world to me. 🌸
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Aren't we relieved the lockdown has our bras hidden away in the closet freeing us from it's strapped weight.
A tribute to Astha Srivastava. Her stories will forever remain in our hearts. 💜 May her soul rest in eternal peace ☮️
"Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.” — Aristotle, Greek philosopher -The work in progress- Ink has always been a medium I wanted to explore. This piece of art and concept blew me while I was browsing the net for a topic to start scribbling on. This ended up really well with a mixed... Continue Reading →
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.
Remember, when the peacock struts his stuff, he shows his backside to half the world. - Herve Wiener