Where the mountains live.

Soft pastel on paper.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Chronicles of Kaliyapuram- I

DISCLAIMER: The following content contains mature content, strong language, comical nudity, and profanity. Not suitable for people who have offensivitis. Reader Discretion Advised The welcome ceremony in college was grand. We were in a huge auditorium and the Late P K Das (the man with the entire alphabet as his suffix) gave us the welcome address. He never spoke to public gathering again as he passed away a few weeks after our classes started. During this ceremony is when I met Kindi. A studious "looking" bloke with spectacles the size of the medieval stained glass. Once the ceremony was over, we were asked to visit the hostel. We were escorted to the hostel with a plethora of students, some in buses and some in their own vehicles. With great expectation, I traveled behind a bus to our hostel. The buses traveled through a barren wasteland to what looked like a run-down building. Our hostel. The great Kaliyapuram Men's Hostel. From here, if someone needed to see...
Read more