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My home. My habitat.

I was never a home bird. I loved being outdoors, free and boundless. Being home was claustrophobic and my nomadic career never made it any better.

And then a miracle happened. After a series of life changing decisions (Finding my man, leaving my job and getting hitched), I moved into my all time favorite city - Chennai. In no time, I was setting up a home for the first time. My own space, my habitat, an ecosystem I created for myself. It was love at first sight.

Time was in plenty. And then I let go. Splashes of color everywhere, paintings and DIY arts filled every wall. The beautiful morning rays entered my living room leaving the lovely green patch on my balcony glistening in the sun. It looked divine. That very moment, I realized I had truly created my space called home.


 Clocks were born from cardboard (mechanism and design by the talented husband), DIY wall arts from tissue and plywood, a feng shui compliant table top water fountain, a center piece for the teapoy, re-used plastic…

Memories of a distant past

This post is dedicated to all goofy kids (like me) who spent a good deal of our teens in the Middle East. Growing up in an alien land did subject us to speculation by our native counterparts. Especially during the 30 - 60 day vacation when Kerala is at her exotic best. The ravishing monsoons.

15 years later, I am a few months away to hitting 30, and fat enough to roll down a spiral memory lane. The days where I counted my days to the much awaited vacation of the year,  my romance with the Kerala monsoons, my love for the bright orange sticky sweet and my distaste for tagging me Non-Resident Indian. Being an NRI was not a matter of choice and I never felt any less than being a true blue Indian.

A few bite sized memory portions to chew by
In contrast to the glossy poster campaigns by Kerala tourism that you see today, my memories of Kerala was filled with monsoons and the uninvited guests that came with it. The jumbo mosquito's, the power cuts and the Hartals. It was nothing like a …

'Don't eat that. It's clay!' - Interview featured On Dashing Journal

Don’t eat that! It’s clay! BY  · MAY 5, 2014 Shilpa Mitha is a sound engineer by profession and a clay artist by passion. True to her name, Shilpa, meaning ‘perfectly created’ is a true embodiment of the art she embraces, to her heart’s content. In short, Shilpa makes much more than just food miniatures, she creates clay food that makes you go hungry. Her works create an insatiable appetite for all food sinful, leaving you hungry for more. In a candid conversation with SreejaRaveendran, Shilpa reveals what got her into this dream world of clay, food miniatures, online craft groups and more. What got you pulled in to clay modelling? How did you realise you were good at it? My very first attempt at clay modelling was a failure. I backed out of it in half an hour. And soon, I tried experimenting with quilling and used to make quilled 3 D miniatures of bikes, piano and make up kits. Friends did play a pivotal role in bringing me to this profession. Since I had quit my full …