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: sketching
#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.
#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.
#8 A Watch from the Past
Day 8 Inktober : Watch
Anything that’s vintage always comes with it’s own unique charm and attraction. Every vintage item can reveal many interesting and mysterious stories. Not because we share memories with them but because they look so extravagant and elegant. It feels like they have a character and history despite the imperfections.
#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.
#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!
#2 In Your Suitcase
Day 2 Inktober: Suit
All the places that I’ve been dreaming of visiting since 2019. Well, the suitcases are packed and waiting, hopefully soon I can check them in.
Let’s Just Be
Let’s sit somewhere idly and watch the world go by. Let’s wave at the little school girl across the street. Let’s not look at the scary smoking guy wearing an old torn pair of jeans. Let’s smile at the dog near our feet. Let’s point fingers at the tall skyscrapers and at the plants in their balconies. Let’s look up at the sky as a flock of birds return to their home in the trees. Let’s talk about the weather and the chilly evening breeze. Let’s just sit together. Holding hands. Doing absolutely nothing.
Windows are so Dreamy
A window looking out to
a white cherry blossom tree
With a steaming cup of hot coffee
On the window sill.
A writing desk by the window
Stacked with books.
Sheer curtains on the edges,
Moving gently with the wind.
There’s a Story Behind Every Door.
A rustic wooden door,
An old forgotten home with broken walls and bricks,
Dried lifeless plants turned crispy and brown in broken pots.
Does anyone live inside?
It looks like it,
There’s a broomstick outside.
Probably, an old woman?
Probably, a family with too many mouths to feed?
Probably, a man who waited too long for his loved one to drop by?
Probably, a recluse content within himself?
Who knows..
What is the story,
Behind this mysterious attractive door.
