Dada's Sketchbook
(but online)
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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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January 24, 2021
Caucasian Pumpkins
The title of the post refers to Gummadikaya we had found on a trip to the Guntur vegetable market; heaps of them. The pumpkins I was familiar with till this time were generally dark green or orange-ish if super ripe.
The rest of the spreads from this ‘18 sketchbook display the sheer joy of experiencing a proper brush pen which I had gifted myself, some more late night or mid-class meditative sketching sessions, thumbnailing for an Inktober narrative ( I’ll upload soon as a complete pdf/epub ) and whatever else is there.
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Nighthawks
January 15, 2021
The pandemic has been a constant longing and desire for company and warmth. Much of that has also got to do with the sudden absence of like-aged, like-passionate people around but that’s a whole another topic.
These pages (from one of my ‘18 sketchbooks), sketched during late night conversations over tea at NID AP, at the faculty guest-house drawing room.
An essential punctuation to a hectic work day, where we’d all indulge in our personal projects or even just talk over a few cups of the forever in-stock Tetley green or Taj. We’d talk, laugh and I’d keep scribbling into my sketchbook, sometimes note down funny quips.
Also be my guest if you try to read into what’s written but much of it is nonsense… or is it?
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