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In our Italian sojourn, Rome was the only touristy city that warranted shopping. It was the last leg of our journey, so we knew how much space our luggage had, and how much Euros our wallets had.
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In our Italian sojourn, Rome was the only touristy city that warranted shopping. It was the last leg of our journey, so we knew how much space our luggage had, and how much Euros our wallets had.
Continue readingThe coffee-table book project was initiated to commemorate Dubai Modern Academy’s Silver Jubilee. The book was launched by Former US President Bill Clinton in a gala event in Dubai.
Continue readingWe at Praxis added our creative twist to one of the biggest head-turners for Home Centre – one of the region’s leading retail concepts. What was briefed in as a furniture exchange campaign went out as a full fledged engaging sales campaign right from the word go! All people had to do to get their old furniture replaced was to take a snap of their rickety old stuff to their nearest Home Centre stores. From print to outdoor to digital, the campaign was a huge business success!
Continue readingShe was lying next to him while a droopy moon vied for attention. Her smell allured him to an extent that he would sniff her up before laying his hands on her. She was his new favorite. Voluptuous and traditional, he couldn’t have asked for more.
Continue readingThe corridors were abuzz with loud chatter, laughter marked by wild abandon, and talks that never had any end. The newfound voice that was accompanied by philosophies, ideologies and dreamy notions. A culture of nonconformity was conditioned in these years.
Continue readingOur client, SNTTA Travel & Tour, was developing a calendar themed Festivals of the World wherein my picture was used for Bali Arts Festival (June). The text in the calendar has been written by me, while I managed the whole project end-to-end.
Continue readingShe sat hunched on her knees, eyes bereft of remorse yet welled up, occasional hiccups bringing a kind of comic relief in that tense moment. She was accused of theft, a grave offense given that maids are supposed to be loyal to the core.
Continue readingIn India, a house is not ‘home’ until there is a Bai rustling up her magic broom there. She’s the harbinger of cleanliness, convenience and sanity, a God-sent figure who fights the rogues called dirt, teaches messiness a lesson and brings order in disorder.
Continue readingWhenever I use the Citron range, I am transported to the Amalfi coast of Italy, where lemon & orange trees are found in abundance almost everywhere. There’s a punctuated essence of Mediterranean summers, its invigorating spirit and youthful candour.
Continue readingThe smell of iron or metals in a train brings back memories of long train journeys. And the smell in the air! How do I elaborate on the smell of autumn, of the onset of winters and the way everything starts becoming romantic, eventually becoming quixotic in winters.
Continue readingAlmonds. They remind me of an entire childhood ritual spent eating 5 peeled almonds daily in the morning that were soaked overnight. They remind me of my pet who I would pamper by feeding him 2-3 of them daily and he would gleefully chew on them as if they were made of rubber. Almonds also remind me of that Kashmiri vendor who would come to Delhi every winters to sell Cashmere shawls and bring me almonds
Continue readingYou are the orange of my summer You are the lime of my prime With you the fizz of spring pops up With you the crunch of nuts crack up
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