I’ve been creating illustrations and design solutions for brands, corporations, and start-ups for over 8 years and my work has been featured in promotional campaigns, editorial, advertising and packaging.
Some of my past clients include
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What role does American singer-songwriter Bob Dylan play in the lives of a suburban Indian family?
A considerable one if you grew up with a father as obsessed with Bob Dylan as mine is. Simple Twist of Fate is an ongoing graphic memoir project.
The story centers around my relationship with Dylan’s music and how it was influenced by my relationship with my father and my attempts to feel closer to him.
FAT UNCLE
An illustrated novella.
Fat Uncle hasn’t left his apartment all summer. He refuses to participate in neighbourly affairs, hasn’t gone to the office in ages and his wife appears to have left him. As he becomes the subject of neighbourhood gossip, with hushed rumours of curses and visits from mysterious Godmen, he only seems to withdraw further within himself.
The story is based in Bombay, India, and deals with themes of human relationships and the isolation of urban life.
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i take my sketchbook everywhere!
I love drawing outside (or inside) and use my sketchbook as a way to document and remember the things I see, do, (over)hear and experience.
I had always appreciated our bedtime bonding ritual, but I never realized as a child the extent of stress she was under at work or how hard it must have been to turn off work mode and into mom mode when she got back home to us every day. When I think back on my childhood, I remember having a mother who always let me check out as many books as I wanted at the library. I remember doing science experiments on the weekends and working on papier-mâché and crafts on rainy days.MOTHERS WHO WORK
They squabbled over that tiny orange chair for a week - hiding it, trying to sit on it at the same time, pinching, crying, tantrums galore. Baby Mohit soon joined in, though I highly doubt he had any idea what the fight was about.the chair
It’s beginning to dawn on me that these are my grandfather’s things. The last of his things. The things he left behind when we took him to the hospital for the last time. I rifle further through the drawer’s contents, mildly appalled at the mundanity of the objects my grandmother had chosen to keep.