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… in an eternal quest for the unknown.

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Drawings on paper

Queen Jemima

Chick dancing samba

Motley curves and splines

My niece’s drawing

A sheltering tree

Elephant and the mouse

A pregnant seal

R2D2’s children

Microencephaly

Everything is limited

Diving in space

A swarm of fish

Is it possible to break the pattern of thought?

Future porcupine

The connected universe

Peacock prelude

Divided thoughts

A curtain in the living room: The Vyne

Peacock entre

The voyage

Cork screw or DNA

A million eyes

Kolam

The toys I played with…

Sparks and winds

God save the yeast; Long live the yeast.

Looking at each other

A kite and a school bus

An embryo developing into a foetus

A vehicle?

Mother and daughter

Only knuckles & bones left…

Artha Narishwar

Sailing away to the distant horizon

Mother’s womb

Perhaps a lamp shade?

Starfish

Veil

Chicken in Aldebaran

A simple flower

Multiplication of memories

Spaceship

Return of the clones

A veiled woman

Peacock final

Impoverished elephant

Death with its scythe

Father and son

Four circles sliding down

Chariots of fire

How does a bruised number look ?

Learning from nature

A country swan

When fear strikes

Pollen meeting the ovule

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The sprawling blue sky. { The immense sea. ~ On a Sunday morning, on an otherwise bright sunny day, a stroll on the beach is befitting indeed. } Dogs happily going after the ball or a twig or an object thrown by the owner; children on prams being pushed by a parent; elderly couples power walking to exercise their knees and joints; and the disciplined swimmers with wet suits and floaters to thwart the cold water that would normally numb ones hands and limbs. :: A French pianist friend of mine and I had a lovely promenade, reminiscing about this and that along the way. The Portsmouth harbour has been a witness to our friendship despite our distances. The hills of the Isle of Wight was too, busy, looking at the tides, the leisurely people, and the container ships that ferry goods, and at times desperate immigrants who wish to experience a better life in Great Britain. ~ The coffee place is usually crowded and a warm drink after a long walk from is experiencing seventh heaven indeed. ~~<

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