Hair, or how this blog post turned out to be longer than I expected. Like my hair.

One of my earliest memories is spurred by a sense of disdain towards my own hair. In kindergarten, I experienced my first crush on another person. To my clumsy sensibilities, he was perfect. I'm not sure what goes on in the head of a four-year old vis a vis attraction, and I definitely don't want … Continue reading Hair, or how this blog post turned out to be longer than I expected. Like my hair.

An invocation towards kindness

I will remember that life is about art and the written word and music. I will remember that I have learnt about the meaning of art from engineers, about the nuances of the written word from computer scientists, and about music from beauty gurus on Youtube. I will remember that life is all around me and that it is the grandest Work in Progress; and I will remember that the best art I have created is that whose final manifestation I had no inkling of when I started drawing.