I ♥ to doodle-doodle :D

Doodle #4

Doodle Day: Wednesday

Yes, a hump day and therefore a doodle 😀

Little story: She loves colors, she loves books. She travels and she doodles.

Image: Yogini

Travel doodle

She calls me Zeba

I lay on the prickly brown-green grass, reading a book. I have a lot of time here, in this dream. This little town in the lap of mountains, pampers me. I feel like a baby again in possession of peace and happiness. I don’t worry about the bills, the job, the monies, the false friends and even the repercussions of being ‘myself’ with a kin. I am far away from all that – I’m with happiness here.

It’s a cold day. The sun doesn’t let me out of its sight even for a second. My fingers are cold and pale. I turn them carefully with my numb fingers – the old, fragile brown pages of the old book. I love its smell.

Not very far from me, is a small hut, smoke escaping its top and floating in white unshapely globs. The clear blue sky looks a shade lighter through them – I like that shade. I remember the cotton candy and hallucinate of a sweet taste. The fire should to be kept alive all day long. I love this house – it is warm and cozy even on the coldest day. It is very small though.

A very kind old lady owns the pretty house and I adore her. She has allowed me to stay in there. We don’t speak each others language and communicate in signs and smiles. I don’t know her name, she never tells me, I call her khala. She never asked my name but she calls me Zeba.


(Image: Google images)

Sun Shine On A Rainy Day

I wait for the rain everyday

Praying day and night

For the skies to break open

And pour down with its might

I sit on my wall, waiting

Humming and singing

My heart skips a beat when

I hear the first rain falling

I jump, I thump, I fall

I hop; I skip, I sing in joy

I’m happy & insane

When I walk under the rain

Soaking in the pouring rain

I stop and catch my breath

And gasp at the golden hue

Sprinkled on the greens n blues

I glide, I swing & I fly

I jump up to touch the sky

With the trees & grass I sway

When the sun shines on a rainy day


Image Editing – By Yogini. Silhouette and background – courtesy Google images.

I ♥ to doodle-doodle :D

Doodle #1

Doodle Day : Friday

When I doodle, it usually means I’m jobless or have time to kill.

Friday: I had finished all my work early (5 ish) & was in no mood to start with the new assignment – Friday evenings have that effect on me 😉

This one is from that Friday. Shhh..!! don’t tell anyone :p


The Love-hate relationship

Damn! My elbow pushed the glass of water kept on the desk & tumbled over the sheets spread across. The sheets were the sketches I had prepared after Titanic efforts and then, there I was holding the dripping sheets with a mix of emotions – irritation, anger, anxiety, tension, hopelessness…Darn!  I hate water!!

Buried neck deep in work for long hours, running around all day, pushing & making my way through the crowd at Metro & finally being home after a long-long journey. The first thing I do? Needless to say, help myself with a glass of water – feels like heaven, soothing the parched throat…. Ah! I love water!!

Hmm… so it boils down to the fact that I have an everlasting love-hate relationship with the Oxygen & Hydrogen atoms.


The divine smell of wet soil with the first rain of the year, a long walk in the light drizzle, a cool sip after a spicy bite.The beaches, rivers & cascades. The hot shower in chilly winters & cold in burning summers. The rain drops & ripples in the puddles. The artistic dew drops on glass blades …things like this and I’m insanely in love with Water.

Now for the hate-story :

I’m on my way for something important & it rains… it not only ruins my hair, clothes & every damn thing in my bag but also my day. When there’s no water in the faucet – can’t tell you how irritating it gets. It rains day & night – messing up the roads, the transport systems, etc. The zigzag rain deprives the laundry to be hung on the clothesline outside. And the moist & damp weather restrains them from drying inside the house. Oh there’s more – in case your denims get drenched, you get to use them again only when the rain subsides. The time it takes to dry is directly proportional to the damp stink it accumulates.

Nevertheless, I enjoy this love-hate relationship. It adds variety to the otherwise dry life. And why wouldn’t it? Water – it’s the very essence of life.

Next time it rains – remember when the sunlight pierces the raindrop, look up above & follow the rainbow – you may find the pot of gold at the end of it! You never know.