the night did not call out you. why did you go then Porphyria?

For Browning...




She left the light and warmth of home...the clouds threatned...the wind tried to pull her back...there were stones in her path...the moon tried to warn her...the candle would soon go out too...but Porphyria...why did you go outdooors that night?

IF: Caged

Caged

Miss Rosenoir is all impressed about her exotic bird collection. But little does she realize that her cold heart is more caged than theirs...

(tried out a new style this time...and it's a photograph of my work, hence the whitenesss of the flash...scanner out of reach for the time being...)

Seasons continued...

Autumn


the mellow season in Kolkata is not really mellow...


Winter






ahh winter...

I'm back ... and school's over by the way

So I'd been busy studying all through December to March (and it did pay off; allow me to boast...I scored a whooping 95.5% in finals), lazied around all April and busy applying for colleges now in May....

School days are over and this is uncanny for me. Things have to move on, they say...


And it got me thinking... about

moving on,
change,
cycles
....and I feel this to be the perfect time to post a series I did last year.

Seasons


Spring
although pretty short-lived here in India and connected to final exams through all 13 years of school, I love the season...


Summer
In India it'd be a crime to compare your lover (or you enemy for that matter) to a summer's day... therefore, to personify summer I chose a generalized, universal, Shakespearean summer.

Monsoons


Monsoons mean a lot to me...somehow raindrops, gray clouds always go with memories and nostalgia....