Trinkets..

Lovely jewellery at Colaba Causeway.

































The small shops display the latest fashionable accessories at great prices.
You can also personalize your accessories.

For the eternal love of Chaiiii...

Temple Architecture - Kutch

Warm Diwali Wishes

Some diyas that me and my sis painted this year....

Pot Painting

My painted pot won the first prize in a pot painting competiton.Also me and my fren managed to sell it for 1100Rs which went into my company's charity fund.

Trip to Kaas

Kaas is around 20 kms from Satara,Maharashtra. The plateau is surrounded by lush green foliage and awesome flowers. Posting a few pics.

Ethnic Kutchi Embroidery

Cafe Mondegar

A few pics of Cafe Mondegar in Colaba.

The entrance

Ponds

Reflection of the surroundings on the pond water...

I have always been hugely attracted to the ponds in my paternal home in Orissa.

Summer reminds me of them immensely.

As a kid,my entire battalion of cousins would march to the pond under my grandfather's supervision.I remember playing in the water for hours,trying to catch hold of the tiny fishes,trying to swim.

The best part was when we found a old trunk of a banana tree.All the kids got hold of it and we swam all around the pond.

These ponds are major sources of income through fish breeding.Nearly every household boasts of one.

But for me they are still a place where I can stare into nothing for hours and feel refreshed.

Applique work - Pipili - Orissa

On my last visit to Orissa,I got a chance to visit Pipili,the craft village enroute to Puri.
Posting a few pics of the famous applique work done here.







A tribal procession:



This was amongst one of my picks :)

Where The Mind is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake