Day 31 Inktober: Risk
When there are changes coming your way, when comfort is going to be compromised. Don’t look away. Ride the risks like you’re riding a rainbow. 🌈
#31 Surf the Rainbow
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#26 Connect
Day 26 Inktober : Connect
Loved playing connecting the dots when I was young.
#24 The Largest Dwarf
Day 24 Inktober : Extinct
They got it wrong dear Pluto, don’t let them say mean things to you. So what if you are expelled from the solar system, you can never be extinct from our hearts.
#22 Open Doors
Day 22 Inktober : Open
Open the door and let some fresh breeze in.
#20 Mini Yummies
Day 20 Inktober : Sprout
Had no clue about this vegetable, Brussels sprouts, until I moved to the US. I call them mini cabbages and they’re super tasty when baked in the oven drizzled with olive oil, salt, and pepper. Mmm.. mouth watering already, guess what’s for dinner!
#17 Juicy Affair
Day 17 Inktober : Collide
This year fashion designers and well-known connoisseurs of fashion attend the most talked about event where fashion and fruits collide in the season of fall. Quite controversial, so what if this watermelon skirt by Vouis Buitton is a summer fruit? The fresh and bright red colors of watermelon will continue reminding us to keep things fresh and juicy all year long.
#12 Taste of Winter
Day 12 Inktober : Stuck
When he was a kid he was never allowed to play in snow. After many many years when it started to snow he hopped, skipped and jumped in excitement. He wanted to know what it feels like to eat some snow. So he walked on the streets with his mouth wide open. In a frenzy when he came across a pole which read taste of winter, like a fool he licked it and got his tongue stuck on the pole. He froze for a second, unable to move, the chills ran deep inside his body but when he got his tongue moving he laughed out loud and decided to do it once again.
#11 Souring to New Heights
Day 11 Inktober : Sour
When life gives you a lemon put it in your mouth and enjoying a souring ride.
#5 Nevermore
Day 5 Inktober : Raven
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
– From the poem Raven by the literary genius Edgar Allen Poe.
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
#4 Wildflowers In Her Hair
Day 4 Inktober : Knot
She tucked in wildflowers in her messy braid, just like the free spirit that she is.
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