Now and then when I cross an abandoned building, a small turmoil takes place in my stomach. And before I even finish passing by the building, or even think of a halt, I end up weaving an entire story about the place, the people who must have lived there, spent all their lives, watched their children grow and so on. And of the situations that must have led them to hand over the place to
It's been a while that I for many reasons have been avoid social gatherings. And of course, yes, I have mentioned that a million times on the blog. And here I am, placed in this gorgeous place nestled in the centre of the busy Bandra in Mumbai, and attending the Fashion Week every day. Last two days have been about nothing else but all about shows, people, cameras, and tons of conversations. Long days, everyday.
As a child I wasn’t much of an introvert. Gathering from the faint memories, I am quite sure of it. The change happened amidst the process of growing up, learning how to take up responsibilities, the pressure of maintaining grades, trying to be better at basketball and ping pong, to not sweat during extempores, learning how to sit like a lady, and all things similar. Then came the days of running back to my room,
Staring out the window, gazing at the sky and the tall lamp posts lined in the streets, allowing old memories to come flooding back, while the speakers blare out my exquisite collection of tracks that have stuck with me, for longer than any of my scrunchies ever have; is my favourite thing to do in the moving car. Although time and again it hasn’t proved to be friendly since I do not wear water-proof mascara.
Every now and then my closet starts to display symptoms of inadequacy to me. Although I make sure to add a few articles rather often to keep the fun going in our bitter sweet relationship, yet, from time to time, one look at the stacked racks transport me into this blank space with nothing but a backdrop of minimal music filled with strange chords and riffs. In the days gone by, I quit on walking
Another new year, another new set of resolutions that are born with excitement but wither as the days go by, making the initial plans morph into what is bound to happen. Mundane routines seem like it’s stuck forever, but we never see the day-to-day changes that do happen, it’s only when we look back to the same day last year, we’ve accomplished and experienced so many things that have made us become who we are
Sitting by the fireplace in the warmest of the clothes, a scarf wrapped around your neck and feet in the woollen knee high socks. Petting your little husky, whose blue eyes tinkle now and then with the fire’s reflection, in the dark cozy room, while it rains outside. The cold breeze and droplets knocking on the door and teasing the window curtains. You fall asleep and wake up with the sweet smell of the earth
Another #24HoursInTheCity series for LEE, and I collaborated with this handsome from Stranger in Suede. Have known Uday for about 4 years now and thus the planning bit of the shoot wasn't difficult at all. We decided to stick with our own styles and picked a few places that we love. Entire series was shot in one day, a big thank you to the photographers. Featuring some of the most comfortable denims from the brand's collection,
I have always wanted to do a post with looks that accurately portray my style. So for this shoot, I decided to switch things around a little bit. And the plan of letting Deb handle both the camera and the styling bit, and me only posing in as many ways I could, worked out quite fine. The weekend was packed with a couple of day long shoots and thus the idea of working around a
A world of her own. World close to where the flowers bloom. Near to where the water flows. She sprints. Chasing the Illusion, escaping the delusion. Getting carried away, losing time, losing count. Mimosas & leaves are her playthings and grass her carpet. Sits down when out of breath. Looking back, a quick flashback at the memories made, things learnt. Waking up with the rain showers. Droplets dripping through the bamboo roof. Leaving footprints, peeking