Hi Readers,
I am puneet Sharma from Delhi, I work as an animator. I am very fond of paintings since childhood, I did not get any formal training but I just love to paint. I cant live without it, I spend many hours to improve myself. I am inspired by nature. I am sharing a few of my digital paintings with you, hope you'll enjoy them.
Some vampires are different. Although they love the smell and taste of human blood but they are unable to feed themselves in bright reality. They haunt their prey in their dreams. These vampires sleep.
Here I am with my GREYFRAMES! This will have the Black & White images captured by me... but coloured by my heart, soul and dreams! Every picture will have 2 stories to share... one inside the frame and the other outside the frame, ie, the story lead to the birth of that picture. And my attempt is to share both the stories with you!
Here is an article I wrote for Hindustan Times a couple of years ago. For my readers in India, let me know if things have changed for the better on the streets, in the houses, at work …
This reading list, as demanded by friends has mostly best sellers, popular and light reading. (Though some might make you cry).
Please do add more to this list, any books related to women that inspired or moved you...?
The empty bench comforted him in someways. He was glad of the isolation. The flies buzzing over his head in the yellowjaundice-like lamp light had no effect on him. The platform was almost empty. Just a few stray dogs here and there. They too were asleep. It was past midnight and last local train would be there in ten minutes.
The piercing shrill of the alarm jolted Karim out of his sleep. Fuck! 7 am already! Bloody hell! It felt like he had just slept and now it was morning already. No more snoozing else the editor would have his ass for lunch! Time to get up Karim...he remembered Shiren's sweet smile. But she was gone now. Good for her, the stupid cow. He thought. She had taken every single thing that would remind him of her
Here I am with my GREYFRAMES! This will have the Black & White images captured by me... but coloured by my heart, soul and dreams! 
Matali Crasset - a designer French, born 28 July 1965 in Chalons-en-Champagne, France. She created her company "crasset production" SARL in 1998.
Here is an article I wrote for Hindustan Times a couple of years ago. For my readers in India, let me know if things have changed for the better on the streets, in the houses, at work …
This reading list, as demanded by friends has mostly best sellers, popular and light reading. (Though some might make you cry).
The empty bench comforted him in someways. He was glad of the isolation. The flies buzzing over his head in the yellowjaundice-like lamp light had no effect on him. The platform was almost empty. Just a few stray dogs here and there. They too were asleep. It was past midnight and last local train would be there in ten minutes.
The piercing shrill of the alarm jolted Karim out of his sleep. Fuck! 7 am already! Bloody hell! It felt like he had just slept and now it was morning already. No more snoozing else the editor would have his ass for lunch! Time to get up Karim...he remembered Shiren's sweet smile. But she was gone now. Good for her, the stupid cow. He thought. She had taken every single thing that would remind him of her
