My Den

I would like my house to be unique to me. sure, I’ve bought plenty of things out of the local ferry sale, or picked up second hand furniture from my grandmother, but the way I put them together in my home is special.  I mean we might buy a sofa at major decorating store, but …


Does this dress look good? I think LBG relationship is okay... but what will people say... So many variations of this, I have harboured this for god knows how long. I did apparently rebel but at my honest moments I had accept that I found it difficult to handle disapproval. I knew not everybody will …

Vishwakarma and me.

Cantadora - The keeper of stories.

sculptorSorry Plinky in my part of the world it is Vishwakarma and not Michel Angelo

Vishwakarma, the sculptor, is busy carving; he wants to carve a person, thing or event from the last month of my life into the glistening marble of immortality. What makes the statue so significant.

Nothing, except Vishwakarma the sculptor of the Gods decides to carve it.

Maybe Vishwakarma, thinks I am made of stone like Ahalya of the yore, people glorified her as pure, innocent, or even one without blemish. But she was A-hal-ya, the land that could not be ploughed. By default Vishwakarma took it be boulders! Or marbles!!

Somewhere Vishwakarma, brings back the words by my grandmother, ”listen to the mustn’t, listen to the don’ts, listen to the shouldn’t the impossibilities , the won’t Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, anything can happen child anything.. Even you could…

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