Savoring the Monsoon

Drip, Drop, Plop, Skip, Jump, Hop, She follows the raindrop’s trail, Trying to catch its tail, Sliding on the rose trellis, And the balcony rail.   “Quick, Mumma, it slips away”, An upward glance she lays, On her Mother, standing guard, Over her innocent play.   The coltish mind reasons, “There’s other tails to catch”.…

Rate this:

Not Talking

This doodle came about when I noticed my daughter being aloof with one of her toys. The poor toy (in this case it was a stuffed dog) was sitting by itself in a corner of the room because it wouldn’t fit into her basket (which already had some 3 other stuffed animals in it). So…

Rate this:

Bedtime inventions

Like I’ve mentioned in another post onΒ the lost art of storytelling, storytelling is one of my passions and I eagerly look for opportunities to regale (more like bore) an audience with my imaginative musings. Generally its the unsuspecting house-help, or the bored husband, the reticent parents and siblings or the school friend who reached out…

Rate this: