Thursday, August 31, 2017

Happy sippin!!

"I took a walk into the woods and came out taller than the trees"
- Henry David Thoreau

Inspired by the mesmerising, reclusive animals and birds that live in the nooks and crannies amidst the dense thicket.  Our woodland creatures, hand-painted sipper family is growing fast!! Meet the new adorable members, Dusty the honey loving grizzly, Mimi the colourful  gobbling turkey, Bandit the rascal racoon and Luna the coy deer.

Drop us a line if you'd like to give these quirky babies a new home. Happy sippin!



BANDIT THE RACOON

MIMI THE TURKEY

LUNA THE DEER

DUSTY THE BEAR





Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Soap bubble blowing into the winds of time



My most cherished childhood memories are made of these - seemingly endless summers... where we sat under the shade of Guava or Mango trees creating worlds that didn't exist...rivulets of lava to hop over, or lakes filled with dangerous crocodiles and piranhas. Forest children living in a bungalow smack dab in the middle of a city- where we'd forage for food, dig pits to keep our imaginary food cool in the sweltering summer heat, grind leaves in the hopes of making gravies, collect inedible berries and seeds we'd relish in our minds eye. We'd spend our days watching guppies grow up in front of our eyes, in our front yard pond as mud skippers went about their skipping unabashed. Garden lizards and squirrels were an endless source of excitement as we lay in wait like little ill equipped stalkers watching their every move.

Those were the days when we'd let our imagination run wild, little wild hearts with wilder imaginations. Palm trees became umbrellas to shelter us from the harsh summer sun, we'd climb trees like baby monkeys, rest our aching bodies on their limbs only to get bitten by vicious ants and other insects - bee stings, bites, scratches, tumbles and falls were the norm. Those were the days when we'd wear our bruises proudly, little stamps of victories and testimonies of summers lived to the fullest.

When the sun rays got the better of us, we'd take shelter in the magical beckoning arms of books, so many stories of whimsical lands, adventures and delightfully refreshing tales of children our age, setting out on adventures of their own, we'd live their lives like little voyeurs.

When sunset cast eerie shadows on our world we'd played dress up under the flickering light of vintage lamps - rummaging through the clothes of yesteryear, frills ohhh so many frilled dresses, gowns and other delightful treats our little minds couldn't even fathom. We'd weave tales of witches and dragons and act them out like we believed every bit of the fantasy. Many summer evenings were spent listening to the good old oldies, we'd belt out tunes like we were professional singers and dance with gay abandon, little did we know we were making memories to last a lifetime!

Every once in a while we did have to face our own share of trials and tribulations- be it waging the incessant war with deviant monkeys, like seasoned soldiers with an air gun in hand, we'd win some battles but more often than not lose the war. The fruits of our labour would be enjoyed in a dark and dank store room, as we were made to strip down to the bare necessities and devour juicy mangoes we managed pluck and salvage from our arch enemies- the monkey clan. Messy children given free reign to indulge in the fruits of nature.

We'd tip toe like sure footed goats along our bungalow walls and every once in a while spring across boundaries to our neighbours terrace tops, to quell our curiosity, a tumble or two was always on the cards for one of us unfortunately.

Long nights we'd spent on the terrace top, under a sky full of stars spinning stories or singing at the top of our lungs like there wasn't a soul in sight, nights speckled with evading deviant monkeys, mosquito bites or watching barn owls and fruit bats go about their nocturnal business.

There memories I hold close to my heart with so many more... Yesteryear... if only we could all go back in time relive these beautiful moments.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Wild hearts and laugh lines



We'd like to bounce off moonbeams right now.
Transcend into ethereal worlds,
Throw caution to the wind and go with  natures flow,
Spinning tales of the wonderful adventures to come,
Dip our feet in the pool of wonder,
Sit on the steps of possibility,
Love, live and laugh till our stomachs hurt,
With a glint in our eyes, the world is our wonderland,
We are the dreamers and the doers,
Wild hearts and free spirits,
Treading lightly and living fully.

This one's dedicated to all my fellow creative souls, who add a beautiful dash of crazy to my life!!

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

When the weather Gods complied

"Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere and sometimes in the middle of nowhere you find yourself."

Mumbai weather has been awesome off late, we thought we'd milk it for all it's worth and took our spanking new range of customised lids for an outdoor shoot. Here are some of the pics from one of the most fun, crazy and impromptu shoots we've done.























Friday, August 18, 2017

A moonlight tryst



We sat there baring our souls,
Licking our wounds as we spoke,
We came undone, the warp and weft giving way,
Each thread, each fiber once taut with tension,
Loosening with effortless ease,
Threadbare souls, naked, exposed,
We built castles in the sky,
We saw each other under a moonlit night,
Hoping the sun wouldn't rise.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Dusk shadows



I visited an old haunt the other day, tucked away in this concrete jungle there are serene escapes for those who look hard enough. My little sanctuary- it's a lush paradise where the sound of crickets drowns out the drone of city life, where colourful frogs croaking in glee, as grey herons bicker over nest space and if you're lucky you can catch a glimpse of striped wild piglets go about their business with wanton abandon.

It's a place I would go to daily for an evening run- run fast, run hard, run till it feels like every muscle in your legs are on fire, your lungs feel like they are about to explode and the wind hits your face till your eyes tear up. It's a delightful cocktail of physical exhaustion and  feeling alive. It's also a place where you can either rummage through the clutter of thoughts in your head and hope to file them neatly or it's a place where you can choose to just don't need think - not a thought in your head or a worry on your mind.

What I also love about my green heaven are the old abandoned buildings, mere skeletons of what they once used to be and etched on their walls are the small telltale signs of the people who once called this place their home. Instead of window grills today all you can find are beautifully woven tapestries of creepers as nature reclaims what was once hers. Enormous trees, who I'm sure have a story to tell as their roots spread deep and far, untouched and left alone for decades. There's an indescribable beauty about this spot in the middle of a bustling city like Mumbai, it's pure and so rare.

Every time I visit this place, I have this urge to bottle up the smells, the sights and my emotions into a jar full of memories, just incase I might never get to experience them again. It's always bitter- sweet to walk away from a place I was once so familiar with.

My heaven- I promise we'll meet again and if I can help it, it will be much more often.