Some scenes hold more than what’s shown. A doorway. A group of figures. A moment between staying and leaving. What did you see before you knew? Artwork: The Visitor (1995) Artist: Marlene Dumas [Art, Artist, Marlene Dumas, Art and Book, Art Lovers, Contemporary Art, Fine Art]

Mathematics offers precision but reality rarely plays by rules and formulae. Real life is a reminder that certainty and complexity cannot coexist. The closer you get to reality, the blurrier the lines become. An excerpt from the book “A Tamil Month”

The crow is aware of its limitations. It doesn’t mean to sing. In the rain it sits exposed, it flaps its wings, shivers and caws. It doesn’t complain. My father is the same. Consider him a crow. An excerpt from “The Writer - Ruffled Feathers”

#NewProfilePic

Ask a musician who holds you captive with an hour-long alap— where each note stretches moments, until you forget where you are. Ask a writer who makes you pause between sentences. Artists don’t just measure time. They bend it. Still it— transform it. [Time, Artists, Writers]

Sometimes art tries to imitate life. Sometimes life starts looking like art. Here’s to the blur between the two. Art can imitate art, life imitates nothing. [Art, Real Life, Artist, Daily Life, Everyday, Artist, Art Theory]

Language wasn’t the bridge, shared silences were. In a city stitched together by ambition and fatigue, sometimes understanding arrives without translation. [Dharavi, Mumbai Diaries, Mumbaikar, Unspoken Stories, Writing Community]

Observation alters reality - that’s quantum theory. In the art world, it alters behavior. Prices go up, and so does posturing. Perhaps it’s not the artwork that changes but how people start seeing themselves around it. [Art, Art World, Quantum, Quantum Theory, Science]

Each work of art is unique. There are millions of works of art in the market, each different from the other. Let me tell you what this represents: a pricing nightmare for most, a terrific opportunity for a few. . . . . . #contemporaryasianart #fictionalauthor #dhruvamistry

Complete understanding is a myth we quietly outgrow. The scientist called it a privilege; I suspect the quest is a kind of theatre. Art, like science, doesn’t end in answers, it endures in the asking. #art #artwork #artist #writterscommunity #writters

Five books in—and I guess that makes me an author. 📚 My stories come from the everyday: a glance, a quirk, a fragment. Years in the art world taught me to notice the smallest details, and that’s where my characters are born. Now closing in on Book #6. More soon. . . . #author

The street dog—unwanted, unsafe, fighting daily for space. Hardened by survival, guided by instinct, yet longing to belong. I give my protagonists these same scars and instincts—stories only the unleashed can tell. . . . . #StreetDogWelfareInitiatives #StreetDogs #dogwelfare

Arriving in the eighties, Bombay was transforming: mills closed, suburbs expanded, migrants arrived. The new Mumbai was brash, impatient, needy… and ugly. Read more: vsanjaykumar.substack.com/p/ghosts-of-mu… #BombayDiaries #MumbaiMemoirs #CityOfDreams #BombayToMumbai #MumbaiLife

My workplace has a zigzag ceiling and a wavy bookshelf that looks ready to collapse. Outside, it’s chaos—hawkers, honking, parakeets, squirrels, and stray conversations. I put on headphones when I need silence . . #author #writer #winelover #Novelwriter #workplace

Stood before Water Burial and wondered—if silence had a color, would it be layered blues? Heavy yet tender, holding loss and renewal. The canvas doesn’t shout; it absorbs, like water carrying stories beneath. Artwork: Water Burial (2023-24) by Alok Bal. . . #painter #art #canvas

Can doing right make you guilty, or defying orders make you hunted? The Third Squad wanders Mumbai’s alleys and Bombay’s silences, chasing shadows and flickers of humanity. Link: open.substack.com/pub/vsanjaykum… . . . . #novel #fiction #Mumbai #Bombay #author

When objects wander away from where they ‘should’ be, they take on new meanings. Turning into questions, metaphors, or quiet jokes only the observant will catch. . . . . #poetry #HiddenMeanings #StreetStories #Writer #stories

Not everything we create is meant to serve a function. A painting, a novel, they simply are like the sky or the sea. The weight of responsibility lies not with the one who makes but with the one who chooses to see. Read More : stanleycarvalho.medium.com/straddling-the… . . . #Novel #writer