And just like a bolt from the blue, an e-mail arrives from a librarian. He, who was not only the custodian of the tomes of knowledge in my Alma Mater set high in the queen of hills, Mussoorie; but is also a link between where we were and where we stand today. Herein lie two of my paintings, made in collaboration with a classmate whilst in school. I've been told that these oil-canvases stay preserved in school to this day. While the paintings might not be much, it is an honor to be able to leave a mark in an institution in such a way
Beginnings in Music? Perhaps!
A terse depiction of the then-raging Kargil war
Which brings me back to the ever-consistent "I wonder" thought : How, as a child our imagination bore wings, and how as an adult all we can do is follow routine.
