She writes prolifically, novels and newspaper columns. She cooks the best chole ever. She paints panoramic landscapes, portraits and carries a sketchbook around everywhere. She is brimming with creativity that pours out through various channels; a pen, a paintbrush, a ladle. She keeps her sketchbook locked in an old Godrej wardrobe. The sketches are just an creative outlet for her restless fingers, they weren't meant to be shared. But when I chanced upon them, I realized it would be a crime not to share these snippets from my aunt's sketchbook, sketches that hardly takes less than an hour to materialize. I am honoured to be the first one to share these works of art through my blog. I apologize for the poor resolution of the images, as I had only my phone camera at hand.
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| Portraits of the departed: My aunt's in-laws |
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| Boat of destiny: Where will you steer it? |
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| Bare necessities: A hut on the way to Cherapunjee |
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| The Embrace |
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| Sensuous Femininity |
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| A rough sketch of the Venetian canals |
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| Sun and Shade |
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| A Dhaba on the way to Cherapunjee |
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| On her desk |
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| The Mist |
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| Quiet Sojourn |
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| Eastern Europe |
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| Toil |
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| Chang-ghar |
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| Loneliness |
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| Remains of the day |
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| Contemplation |
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| Vivid |
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| Journey |
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| More journeys |
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| Fruit Basket |
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| Ferns |
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| Threshold |
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| The Climb |
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| Yellow Sky |
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| Odds and Ends |
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| Arches |
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| Led Away |
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| Facades |
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| Sunset |
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| View from a window |
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| Parked |
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| Around the corner |
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| Shades at Noon |
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| Venice |
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| Venice |
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| Venice |
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| Mother |
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| Tempter |
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| Mother and Child |
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| High |
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| After the afternoon tea |
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