The Endless Inks

Dream

Death

 

I know that's just two of them... but more will follow, if time permits 

 

The mystery cat

There he was, the lanky ol' bastard who knocked up my innocent lil' Jinxy (twice!!), sitting right there across the frontyard and shooting me a sideways glance. That is the closest he has ever come to saying hi. We call him Macavity, the mystery cat. We also call him Amitabh Bachchan, for his old-boy charms

Sweet child O' mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Oooh la la!

...and with that, I've painted a dirty picture!

To the Prince of Tales

Today's fanart is dedicated to the prince of stories, Neil Gaiman...one of the biggest influences in my writing career. Thank you, for keeping me inspired

Samson

I've been wanting to do this panel for quite some time now. Finally managed to find the time for it. So... here's to a very well-crafted character and his powerful opening lines. Samson from Carnivale

Yamraj!

Here is a quick sketch that I did just to get into the mood while writing a chapter of Autopilot - A traffic novel. Of course, the Yamraj you see in the book is Sinu's design, which is a lot more stylized and looks nothing like this one. Nonetheless, here is my doodle for the day...so enough wacom-ing for now and off I go to my desk, papyrus, and fountain pen

An unlikely pizza lover

And there he was, one of the greatest film-makers of our nation, sitting right across me quietly munching on a slice o' Pizza. For a brief moment before it dawned upon me, I thought I was looking at Albert Einstein... probably because pizza and Adoor Gopalakrishnan add up to a rather unlikely combination