The Pen and the Musical Note

Hey guys! So this is my edited version of what I wrote last time, which had some issues, but I ended up sorting out. I've always really loved the rain, and this is actually what came out of the first rains. I hope you guys like it. So here it is, The Monsoon Magic, re imagined. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Monsoon Magic She strolled down the street, a lonely figure in the pouring rain. The world was painted in muted shades of grays and blues, but it would soon be in technicolor. Every drop of rain shimmered prismatic as it fell, seeming to her eyes like broken glass falling from the heavens. Mother Nature was washing her world clean of the dust and the heat, and everything would be brightened after the storm. A myriad of emotions swirled around in her head, all with undertones of nostalgia. It was like walking down memory lane and setting up camp there. The rain had unco...

Hullo! Okay, so I open the blog, and I see the last post was 6 months ago, and first I feel guilty, then I feel shamed, and then I decide to write. I soon realize that this is a fantastic topic, as who knows how many people have ballerinas as their muses? So, here comes The Muse's Melody from The Pencil. (Of course, I can't write this without acknowledging my in-house ballerina and treasure trove of ballet history, Priyanshi Parikh. She has been a massive help, and I hope I was able to capture some of the feeling I've seen in her when she dances.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The ballerina took a breath as she recounted her journey. Her father sitting on an old rickety stool as he grinned at her over the canvas, "My little muse. One day you shall get far."  The first day at training, the falls and the pain. The practice and the music. The world of her own are...

Hullo! I'm back with a new post, and this is my absolute favourite drawing I have ever made. Though I can't take all the credit for it. My cousin, Eshan Yagnik, did this thing where he decided to help me halfway through (seeing I was not making any progress) and draw a bit ( okay a lot)  of the basic design. I'm aware that this one of the simpler designs, but that is what gives it a sense of class, I would say. Here it is, something that I can only classify as a joint effort, The Lady in White. (sidenote- I imagined this scene in late 19th century London. It might help if you do the same) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The lady in white sauntered down the bustling London street. Full as it was of smog, dirt, and the stench of a crowd, she meandered through, more gliding then walking. Her hat was a delicate thing, with a wide brim and a soft velvet bow. It was pulled low, co...

Hullo! Its sooo good to be back! This may be one of the best feelings in the world, I tell you. The summer holidays are on, and I'm quite sure these temperatures have never been recorded before. I needed to find something to fill my time, so I have begun sketching and occasionally painting. I'm so pleased, I've decided this *needs* an exclusive label. So, ladies and gentlemen (drumroll) I present to you, The Pencil. What I've decided is that I will be posting each of my paintings with an individual description written just for it. I stayed up almost all night doing this one, and its called a Starry, Starry Night. (Kinda like Coldplay, 🎶 look at the stars, look how they shine for you🎶) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The stars looked like silver powder sprinkled along a dark background. They glimmered and gleamed, lighting up the darkness. The moon kept watch over the...