Day 19 Inktober : Loop
Dragons are so infinitely magical that fantasy lands without them are not fantastic at all. It’s exhilarating to fall into an imaginative infinite loop where creativity has no limits.
#19 Dragon Loop
Tag: pencildrawings
#18 Moon Boat
Day 18 Inktober : Moon
She used the moon as her boat to sail through the darkness of the Milky Way.
#15 Take Your Books Everywhere
Day 15 Inktober : Helmet
There are some things which are impossible to do but our imagination is limitless.
Quoting what a friend told me after looking at this drawing, “The first of them returned as promised and sat down to tell the story of evolution.” *.*
#14 Tick Tock
Day 14 Inktober : Tick
I still have nightmares of not finishing my exam papers on time. The tick tock sound from a clock is usually relaxing but in this situation the ticking clock is more like a ticking bomb that would only add more stress counting down till the end.
#10 Tea Leaves
Day 10 Inktober : Pick
This has been kind of a dream job, wearing a basket over the head, picking those tender and fresh tea leaves and plucking them traditionally by hand. I know it’s not easy at all, but I would love to visit a tea estate in India someday.
#9 Social Pressure
Day 9 Inktober : Pressure
Meeting people, answering phone calls, answering video calls, replying back to messages and mails, living up to people’s expectations, interacting with people in a community, making small talk with strangers, contributing ideas in team meetings, engaging in group conversations, presenting presentations, dinner parties with large groups, listening to incessant loud chatter, being active on social networking sites and wondering why all this isn’t easy is a pressure that some of us, introverts, always have to deal with.
#7 K-Pop Fan
Day 7 Inktober : Fan
When I need a pick-me-up, Korean shows and BTS, never fail to add some color and pop into those grey days.
#6 Expect Nothing
Day 6 Inktober : Spirit
Simple values to keep the inner spirit happy and at peace.
#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.”
#3 Indian Grace
Day 3 Inktober : Vessel
While growing up I have seen Indian women walking home carrying water in mud pots on their head. Though an arduous task, I cannot forget how graceful they always looked!
