The changing nature of art in lockdown
By Kehkashan K  /  Jun 7, 2020
Reassessing where I’m headed
By Kehkashan K  /  Jun 7, 2020
My continuing journey as a writer…
By Kehkashan K  /  Jun 7, 2020
The MA Fine Art chapter comes to an end
By Kehkashan K  /  Jun 7, 2020
The Untold Edition returns
By Kehkashan K  /  Jun 7, 2020

Live. Learn. Grow

Live. Learn. Grow

Being a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom) is one of the most rewarding experiences. But let’s be real, being a SAHM is also a huge sacrifice. Sometime back I was at the mall, introducing myself to the mothers of Manahil’s school friends and they were all so supremely talented! Gynecologists, engineers, business administrators, (artist!) you name it! And they were all putting their ambition and hard work aside and using their talent and intelligence to raise a first class next generation, which is a very noble thing of course! But you have to admit, that sometimes, in the midst of dirty diapers and …

Artprenticeship Day One — Cosmic Sun Catchers

Children await summer vacations as joyfully as mothers dread them. Three long months of two toddlers lolling around the house the whole day, picking fights out of boredom is quite a frightening prospect. So, I thought to myself, what can be done? I could potentially send them to a summer camp, but then, they’re only going to be toddlers once. They’ve already spent every morning of the whole year at school and now is my chance to spend time with them before they outgrow their cuddly selves. But I do require some form of constructive entertainment or we’ll end up …

The Day I found out ‘Why’

The Day I found out ‘Why’

Mark Twain said, “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born, and the day you find out why.” Sad as it is to acknowledge, the latter doesn’t happen for most of us till we are well into our lives. I, for example, was so focused on excelling in my studies during my childhood that story-telling was relegated to small, hastily stolen pockets of time. It never occurred to me as I sped along the racetrack with all my peers, blinders on, that perhaps I was meant to be plowing through an entirely different field. …