Dada's Sketchbook
(but online)
April 23, 2021
Three possible titles:
1. Self, a mini comic.
2. Am I ever?
3. Every time homogeneity creeps in.
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April 20, 2021
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Gung ho
April 05, 2021
The stuffy softboard cubicles inside where we made our stop motion films.
The relatively colder working space at Echostream, Gangtok where we would push around keyframes and flat plastic characters.
One of the many sources of warmth, Deergha (in watercolor).
A few other daily faces, Akshay, Ranveer, Chewang Rinchen, Tenzing.
A surprisingly art nouveau-ish street lamp at Upper Syari, where we stayed and a faded mass of ferns and moss on the wall opposite to Pretaste where many warm meals were savoured.
I’m assuming this bench has either been repaired and repurposed inside the office or it has ebbed away into the ground which would relieve it of its duties of supporting puffy bottoms on break.
The familiar IJM toilet seat. Fin.
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February 17, 2021
Morning Dosa
As a schoolkid, I remember eating the same khichdi everyday before going to school. Summers, monsoons or winters; exam or not, the same watery porridge. Functional, easy to gulp down with just a few roasted cumin seeds that kept it from qualifying for hospital food. My equally simple worldview perhaps kept me from complaining much.
In college though, breakfast was a crazy affair.
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