Many a time in life I regret not having pursued a fine art. Then, the very next moment, I offer myself the consolation that perhaps all my creative energies were meant to be channelized into playing, not with the strings of a violin or the reeds of a harmonium, or with the lines of portrait Read more…

My most cherished childhood memory is of my dad telling me stories right before bedtime. He always ended up falling asleep even before I had. I would again wake him up and request him to finish. On my eighth birthday, I received my first storybook from my dad, The Seven O’clock Tales by Enid Blyton. Read more…