Coco’s Purpose

 

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Each little puppies is born with a purpose. Coco was born with the most important purpose of all.

 

” Each little puppies is born with a purpose. Coco was born with the most important purpose of  all.”

– A children’s book I illustrated for a client in the US.

Illustrated by JMKhapra copyright 2014

The Unbreakable Bond

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From the moment Babar stuck out his little pink tongue and licked my fingers I knew I would love him very dearly. But an even stronger bond developed between Babar and my husband. I guess boys understand each other more. I am too much of a hugger and most of the time Babar would wriggle out of my embrace. He enjoys the wrestling game he plays with my husband more. When husband is at home I am ignored, well until he gets hungry. Only then will my face gets licked non-stop. Haha.I love how much they adore each.

Babar and hubby’s portrait of mutual adoration. Loved working on this painting. It was laborious but I am happy about the result.

The Unbreakable Bond, Oil on Canvas

copyright 2013 JMKhapra

What It’s Like To Have A Two Year Old Labrador

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At two year old, Babar still displays his puppy cuteness once in a while but sans his tasmanian devil-like energy which nearly drove hubby and I to the mad house when he was just months old. Our house has resumed its peace and order which in two years I have almost forgotten what  feels like. He also stopped stealing pillows and wrestling with it. I can make up the bed without keeping the pillows inside the closet or out of his reach. I can again display my favorite Indian cushions on the sofa without its guts getting ripped out.
I have also returned my books to a low bookshelf ( almost level to his snout) and arrange it together with some wooden knick knacks we collected during our travels without worrying them being knockdown and chewed to pieces. I even placed some hard bound books on the coffee table without the fear of him snatching it and tearing the pages apart. Oh how I mourn the literary casualties my book collection suffered during one of his manic moments. A book of short stories by Saki lay wounded and spineless somewhere in one of the cabinets. Baudolino by Umberto Eco is defaced, hidden in between his other books. Continue reading

I Waited For You But You Did Not Come

What to do. I sit. I stand. I stretch my legs. Where the hell are you? I walked around the house.  But there’s nothing to do. The tv is on. You left it open for me. As if that will compensate for your absence. Yeah, I like listening to music occasionally but mostly I don’t know what the hell is going on inside that box full of unintelligible noise.

Bored, I went to sleep. Hoping this will fast forward time. I dreamt of food. Chicken. Hmm. Eggs. Those are my favorites. Waking up,I felt hungry. Leave it to you to keep my food out of my reach. I drunk some water and begun the cycle again. Stretching. Sitting. Walking around. Why is the time not getting any faster?

Finally in utter frustration I saw the pillow on the bed and shredded it into pieces. I’ll show you! Then the plants did not escape my wrath. Ha! This will really rile you up! The newspapers! You are next! Looking around  I am unrepentant of the destruction I caused. That will teach you to leave me all alone again! Continue reading