Permanent markers. Pencil. Pens. Blade. Watercolors. Cotton.
5:30 pm.
Title Courtesy: Hina Seth.
I'm sorry girl but this title was the perfect fit :P
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Some of those pictures that don't really belong to any category end up here... Some quirky, some arbitrary - ink/pencil drawings, sketches, paintings & doodles I've accumulated over time...
Oh and photographs that say so much...
They're all here.
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Here's to colours!
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"In spring when the woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean;
in summer when the days are long,
perhaps you'll understand the song."
I'll try and tell you what I mean;
in summer when the days are long,
perhaps you'll understand the song."
What's in a number?
Broom jumping among other highs!
nice legs medusa..
ReplyDeletemy (after)thoughts precisely! :P
ReplyDeleteDipped in gloom, ripped to doom
ReplyDeleteshe floats in time, clueless
The sun still shines, moon still smiles
Life's vagaries are endless
..............keep walking!!!
heyy voice of silence.... nice lines, these... thanks :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you could amaze me if you tried,
you've some very interesting ink drawings.
I quite enjoyed the sun and moon ones.
well.. ?
hmm....
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