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Example HTML page Holla! Blogging after a very long time.   Past few months have been very busy, hectic and left me with no time to brainstorm ideas. Had been uncreative for a   long time now.   I would like to thank a friend of mine (Asmi Nandola) who keeps me asking everytime about what art did   I create in the recent times.   Habitually, she asks me this questions whenever we have a random chat.   A day prior I realised , I have been answering her since a long time now that “I did not create any art, because I was busy with other stuff”. Upon which I dawned to a realisation that last few months I did not create anything literally, I ran out of ideas (and also time) to do it, I had nothing   creative going into my mind all these days. It was around end of march that I made art or blogged or wrote something for my own sake. But as always,   taking lessons from this time that I have already missed. 1)    ...

Example HTML page Sunaina lived with her mummy and Totto , her doberman dog. She had  a big but simple house with an aangan . Sunaina had put up a cot (a four legged wooden bed tied with strong jute strings  attached to each other) in her aangan. Stargazing was her favorite activity in the free time she got post-dinner. She worked in a local soap manufacturing company, earning sufficiently to run the house. Like any other day, Sunaina made tea for herself and mummy as she returned from work. Sunaina and her mummy   made sure they do not miss their everyday chai-time gupp-shupp (gossips and chats). Totto too sat with them everyday, as if he listened and understood all they talked about. Sunaina freshened up thinking about what she could cook for dinner. It was past 7.30 p.m. when she walked out to the aangan to switch on its lights. As she walked through the verandah connecting the aangan, she couldnt believe her eyes but re-look to check what she just saw. It...

Hello people. I know its been a while since I have blogged now. But then that is how I eventually came to know that you guys do read Me! And I'm so glad about it. Thank You all you lovely people. 💜 So here I'm , writing on one of my favourite topic that I do every year. "February" Well I can say it was a month full of all the highs and lows of my life. It probably still is. But then as 'dharti ka niyam' says "Life doesn't come with instruction manual" and I highly abide by it. I had my moment of failure. A failure that has definitely made me come to terms with how and what ways Life is going to juggle me up for the coming years. Nevertheless, I have accepted its challenge and decided to fight my own battle Wisely and Rationally. At times, it seems utterly important to take your time out, think about all the situations and circumstances that you have to or are going to deal with, make up your mind, grab certain opportunities, have the...

Dear Myself,      It has been long since I took out some time to talk with you. You have been the crux of my life or rather that thing, without which my life won't be having a meaning. It would sound crazy enough; to be found talking with oneself in the society we live in, but no one can aver the sanity of this society either. We live in a world where we are rushing to catch some or the other thing – A never on time train to the office; A job that promises livelihood but not the life we want; A company of people without their affection, just to avoid being discarded as a loner; A slipping away mind in the cacophony of the society we live in; Our breath in the hustle of thriving human race; and lastly things which we really want in life – our dreams.      ‎I have tried to contact you several times but failed to establish a connection due to the endless hurricanes in life. Every time I closed my eyes and tried to initiate a conversation with you, reminde...

I wonder how something so vintage and handwritten has lost its Charm in the world of quick communication technology? I still firmly believe that however advanced technology world we live in, handwritten letters still hold the power to convey your messages and make sure they reach the receivers heart! ❤ Now when those have become so rare & obsolete and someone writes a letter to you , I hope you know how much you matter to them!! ✌ Also, if you realise that its been a long time since you wrote a letter, sit down & write one now, let all thoughts flow in through it and send it to whomever you want to.  And if you don't really want to send it to the respective person, drop it in my mail box (obviously my virtual mail box😅) by subject as 'The Letter Story' Email : sanchihumane@gmail.com #theletterstory   #letterwritingcampaign #letswrite   #vintage   #letters #writingforchange   #writings #writersofinstagram   #writersofig #authorsinstag...

Dear person whom I loved, I'm writing this down, not for you but actually for me. After all this time, I have finally decided to let- go of all those feelings stuck up with you ( as I had did the previous year end too) Over all these years, I have thoroughly learnt how to be friends with someone you love. And do not pity , I have eventually learnt what unconditional love is all about. Nobody has any right over my love for you, nobody can stop me from that. I definitely enjoy my right to freedom! ( Remember " Ek tarfa pyar ki taqat hi kuch aur hoti hai ... auron ke rishton ki tarah yeh do logon mein nahi bat'ti ... sirf mera haq hai ispe" ?) Sometimes I'm in a moment when I have feelings pouring for you in my heart, but how do I tell you about those with my Ego coming in between? (They won't matter to you anyway). Then I just settle sending you an 'I miss you' text. Years after when I see you with the girl you hated, I curiously ask you about ...

Example HTML page Located near to the coast as the name suggests "Sassoon Docks" is one of Mumbai's busiest docks. Happened to be here due to The Sassoon Dock Art Project initiated by St+Art India. It is their collaboration with locals and budding artists from over the world. You are welcomed by the lingering smell of fishes all over as you enter. A colorful mural is painted on one of the dilapidated structures notifying you to keep the docks clean. The dock is flocked with boats arriving after fishing. The fisherwoman are seen receving and cleaning the fishes all over the harbour. The main entrance of the dock is covered entirely by photographs of the locals in black & white. One has to register with name and email ID before the entry. You are stamped with "Art for All" as your entry proof. The first installation 'The Idea of Smell' is hundred's of words put up over fishing nets. The idea comes from St+Art India's co-fou...