Beach side story: sketch #21


Yearning to feel the sand on our toes.

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A bright morning. The sharp light of the sun fought its way through the blinds and coated the couch, table and the carpet with a soft yellow glow. Sipping a hot cup of Earl Grey tea at the patio, I caught sight of a tree that looked like a bunch of pink cotton candies strewn together. It has begun. Spring is finally here. Maybe it’s the tree, or the woman who was walking her pet, or simply the sugar in the tea, I turned to my husband, and said, “Let’s hit the beach”.

An hour later, we found ourselves in the car, dressed in shorts and airy shirts, and with a heavy bag containing snacks, beach mat, and lots of Calamansi juice. An excellent drive under the vast expanse of never ending cloudless skies. The sun was right above our heads, and the wind…ooh, the wind was a little chilly. Never mind, we thought, and rolled up the windows, and kept driving. But as we got closer to Rehoboth beach, and saw groups of people walking by, every single one in at least two layers of clothing, we realized that maybe, just maybe, it was not the best time to hit the beach.

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We parked the car, stepped outside, and in response to the first wave of cool air, thousands of goosebumps sprouted on our exposed skin. So we gingerly walked to the boardwalk โ€” two under-clothed specimens, objects of everyone’s stare โ€” and took two wide shots of the beach, before hopping back into the air-conditioned warmth of our car. From the rear view mirror we saw the pure blue of the Atlantic Ocean outlined by a strip of yellow brown sand. An enticing image, which like everything else in life, can only be enjoyed after a good amount of wait.

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This sketch is inspired by an illustration by Danish artist Zindy SD Nielsen. To see more of her works, click here.

Her face: sketch #20


You are amazing just the way you are.


There is the face that launches a thousand ships. Then there is the face that stops a clock.

Oh, the agony ofย  being a butter face. Worse, to be called a pizza face.

It makes her face fall. She walks with a face like thunder. ‘I want to vanish from the face of the earth,’ she says.

But in the face of something you disapprove of, it is better to set your face against it, than to sit with a face like a wet weekend.

So, she puts a brave face on. Then puts her face on.

And comes face to face with an epiphany. Finally, it was as plain as the nose on one’s face.

Nothing should be taken at ‘face value’.ย  Doesn’t matter if you have a zit face. All that matters is how many smiles you put on others’ faces until you turn your face to the wall.

 

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Psycho scene: sketch #19


In which Marion Crane drives in the rain.


It has been nearly four months since I shifted to the States, and while I used to drive on a daily basis back in India, I still haven’t managed to get my license here. What’s stopping me? The ugly claws of laziness, that have dug in deep. So to motivate myself, one day, I took a discarded cardboard piece and wrote in giant letters:

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And that was a week or two ago. Today, in between writing my mock tests, I had a spurt of inspiration to sketch. So with my priorities all skewed, I spent the next hour sketching the popular driving scene from Psycho, instead of preparing for my test. Sigh. Hope you guys like it.

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