And whilst our souls negotiate there, 

         We like sepulchral statues lay; 

 Coming and staying show'd thee, thee, 

But rising makes me doubt, that now 

    Thou art not thou. 

It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, 

And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; 

Jaipur 2015..................

Jaipur happened to us for the second time in 2015, we were completely enamored by the colour and beauty of the place!  So completely full of colour it was!

The beauty of seeing new places is that everything seems enchanting! Everything seems new.....

I clicked a picture of this cleaning lady in the City Palace who had taken a break from her sweeping to catch a smoke, and she was  not very pleased on being clicked.... intrusion into her personal time.... nevertheless, I got a nice frame for myself and I painted it. 

I want her to remember me like this................

What do you see in that time-touched stone,

When nothing is there

But ashen blankness, although you give it

A rigid stare?

Last week we went to the Art Museum in Chandigarh, I wanted to go there with my daughter. We had planned to go to the lake to click some pictures of the places dear to us, but ended up going to the museum instead.

The thrill of going to a museum rests in the belief that it succeeds creating a connect with people and objects across space and time, long gone, yet may have had the same hopes, desires, dreams, failures and accomplishments like you and me.

When I upload some of these pictures, I do realise that pictures don't do it justice but it certainly is a remedy to the art of forgetfulness!!

I still remember going to a museum down south with my father when we were very young and I saw a young girl sitting and sketching a sculpture of some Indian goddess....

Our guide was a lovely lady, she started the tour giving us a lot of information, initially she stressed on the curriculum knowledge as she thought that we had got our daughter to understand her history book better, and eventually after some conversation she moved on to a more insightful conversation.

And anyone who still wonders that why children need to be exposed to the mystical and enlightening world of art, can see the wonder in the eyes of my daughter on seeing a M.F Hussain.

What made me do this......

I want her to remember me like this...

But we by a love so much refined,

That ourselves know not what it is

If they be two, they are two so 

   As stiff twin compasses are two; 

Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show 

   To move, but doth, if the other do.