Shachi

All my life I’ve felt like a misfit. Maybe it’s my HSP nature to feel so much. Early childhood in Delhi, I was the quiet shy kid...

It's Sunday morning. First waking thoughts - my to-do list. Then, assess my aching hip and phantom discomfort in my gut. Feel a little...

I may have been unknowingly set up for self-doubt and invisibility the moment my dad decided to name me Shachi. This odd, unfamiliar,...

Sorry about the awful pun in the title. It always prompts me to 'Add catchy title" and I felt pressured. haha. Patterns and color just...

Started this blog to free myself but once again tied myself into knots, wondering 'should' I be posting this or that or wise words, or...

How sketchbooks can set you free

I'm still trying to figure out my 'rules' for this blog. On one hand I feel like I should only blog if I have something deep or fun to...

Keeping yourself going even when you're lost.

Finding pockets of quiet.

My artist life existential crisis of sorts and why I've decided to start blogging. disclaimer: I may or may not stick to this.