Wood Art

It’s 9 after sundown. Traffic has thinned comparatively; this otherwise busy Mahim lane seems to be at peace. Except for the rhythmic chipping in Imran’s roadside shop of hand carved wooden goods. The smell of varnish and raw wood is hypnotic. I’m drawn in. Imran lets me flip through their catalogue of mandirs, bookshelves, mirrors… Read More Wood Art

New Beginnings

After years contemplating, procastinating and nervousness, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision and brought him home…late night, when first day of the festival had drawn to a close. Thanks to a dear one for the precious words of wisdom that helped me cross this endless bridge. “Doesn’t matter how the world celebrates. It’s YOUR belief that… Read More New Beginnings