
Water color in cold pressed paper
9 inches by 12 inches
I wanted to capture the quiet beauty of the kingfisher in its natural stillness.
The bright colors show its vibrant spirit against a calm, earthy background
Painting Artworks


24 inches by 24 inches
This abstract painting tells the intimate story of a woman’s journey into motherhood—a passage that begins with joy and expectation, and meets a storm of sorrow when her child is born with disabilities. Through a surreal landscape of faceless figures, broken flowers, and cascading tears, the painting captures the quiet unraveling of her spirit. But in the golden hue of an angel, hope emerges—not to erase the pain, but to illuminate it with compassion. The angel becomes a silent presence of strength, guiding her toward acceptance, reminding her that even amidst sorrows, beauty and love endure. Butterflies drift through the chaos, and rivers carry grief gently onward. This work holds space for both the ache and the grace of motherhood—the turbulence of shattered expectations, and the tranquillity found in resilience.

Acrylic on Canvas
24 by 24
Memories of Shimul is inspired by my memories of the brilliant red Shimul blossoms that marked the changing seasons in Assam. The birds disappearing into the flowers suggest life, movement, and the intimate connection between nature and memory. Through the contrast of the vivid red blooms against the blue sky, I wanted to capture not only the beauty of the tree, but also the feeling of a place that continues to live within me.

Note: The model I used here is my daughter, a radiant soul, beautiful and brilliant, fierce in spirit and tender at heart. She is not just my muse, but my entire world.


Perception
Medium:oil on box canvas
Size: 36 inches by 24 inches
Year: 2025
Artist Statement:
A table floats where it should not—in the quiet vastness of space, among flowers, butterflies, and clouds. It is both still life and question.
This painting reflects how perception shapes reality. What we see may not be what is, but what the mind allows. In this weightless moment, the familiar becomes strange, and the strange, beautifully true.
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