The Rainbow Satchel

Only Inktober makes me to pick the pen again.

But the horror; the horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.

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The walkman player.

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Chapter XII

Amanda reads the whole book again and stucks in one place where her wish is written down.

She waits for Roland to come. She will tell him every details she is planning. But she wonders where would he could go now?





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Chapter XI

Once when Amanda was a girl she found an old book under her cabinet. It was covered with a satin cloth.
Leather cover wrapped over papyrus pages. It looks like a manuscript. She cleaned the dust from the cover and saw a bizzare picture of some kind of cult. She knows about that ritual. Where you have to give a potion from tongue to tongue to complete your worship and gain your desired power. It used to be very sacred ritual for the followers then.

She opened the book with very gentle hand and started to read. She thought to do something fun out of it as she never believed in those occult rituals.

But suddenly after decades she is searching for that book again...





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Chapter X

Amanda realises that fallen angel is she herself. She tries to help but everything is so transparent, gloomy, silver. She looks here and there to find a way.

A rush comes in like a storm , it's Roland. He comes in and takes her in his arms . And goes away as he came like a rush.

Amanda wakes up and can't find Roland anywhere.

Chapter XI

Amanda can't sleep well these days. It is getting hard for her to fall asleep and also really easy to break. Recently she's having nightmares. Every night the same dream. She can't connect the dots of her dreams and what's the meaning of it.

She is standing in a soft green meadow at midnight. Cold breeze touches her cheeks , blows her hair. She tries to see something far across the field, something very dark. She tries to clear her vision and see sees that dark structure comes running to her. And, like everytime when she screams a bright light covers the land. It's as if something divine is coming to save her and it does save her everytime. But this time her dream was different . That bright light couldn't save her; that dark shadow grasped all over the celestial body. And with brute strength it crushed the light .

It fell hard on the ground; just like the fallen angel!





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Chapter VIII

Dictor has brought a watch, a golden one. Amanda takes it in her hand and looks thoroughly. She thinks she has seen this watch before but can't find out where. She takes that watch to Roland .
- Roland have you seen this watch anywhere before?
Roland looks at and gets stunned. He can't say a word.
- Roland?what?
- Ahh, no. No, I haven't. Where did you find it?
- Dictor brought it maybe from the woods. Maybe someone has lost it.
- You sure from the woods?
- where else it could be?

Roland gets tensed cause he knows to whom this watch belongs. He have to find out what is going on.





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Chapter VII

Amanda is cheerful after so many years. She can sense the upcoming happiness, the happiness which was snatched from her by that monster . Now everything seems to be in order, Roland is here. He came and jumped into his works. He is fixing the wind mill.

- I don't know why we have to call this a wind mill. Why cant we just call it a big fan?
Roland chuckles and say "okay we gonna name it Mr. Big fan, happy?"
Roland loves when she asks this kinda silly questions. He hopes that this child behind a sad and grumpy face never fades away.

And then Dictor caws from far away and flies down into Amanda's shoulder. He has brought a watch!

Chapter VI

Amanda has unleashed her spirit who made her unbreakable now. Her spirit, her alter ego is now ready to fight for her.

Even Roland sometimes get scared of her spirit. What if it never leaves her? What if it hurts Amanda? But he knows Amanda more than anyone, nothing in the world cannot hurt or break her anymore.

They are heading to a sacred place where everything has already waiting for them.

Chapter - V

Dictor is Amanda's raven , a loyal trusted friend. He has always helped her like a guardian angel whenever she needed. Dictor sat on Amanda's shoulder while they met Roland. Even Dictor felt relieved seeing him, it will be fun now.

Dictor is with Amanda for years now from that day when Amanda, little Amanda grew in a night. Only Dictor has seen her becoming stronger , more powerful day by day. She is preparing for that judgment day.
And he is waiting to witness that.

Chapter VI

Roland with that French vessel saved her from death that time. The night when Amanda lost everything.She saw the monster infront of her but Couldn't do anything and saw that man was coming towards her. She tried to run but her body didn't move an inch. Tried to scream and then fall in to the ground fainted.

When Amanda opened her eyes and felt terrible pain all over her body. She was tied up to a pillar in an attic. Old stores, dust everywhere, covered with webs. She could barely see in that darkness. Her hands were tied ,feet were tied , soaked in her own sweat. Amnda screamed with all her strength,
- Help!! Help!!!! But there was no reply at all.

Her eyes were about to close , everything was going in black, she could feel that her time had ended there and suddenly she could hear a sound . She looked up but couldn't vision it properly everything hurled up so fast. A man came up quietly, she felt her heart started to beat fast. No more pain she could bear.

-Hey, keep open your eyes. Look at me Amanda. Lets go out from here.
She fainted again.

Chapter- III

Seven years have passed now Amanda knows the time has come . She has prepared herself for this future for a long time . Nothing has changed inside her , the vengeance, the rage is still flaming inside her heart.

Amanda is waiting for someone in the shore. Sun and shore is melting together and yet she has kept her eyes fixed in the water. And then she sees a peak of a french vessel rowing towards her. The flags are rising high , she is amused by this giant sized vessel infront of her. She still remembers her father had the exact same vessel that time.

A head peaks out from the wheel and Amanda jumps out of joy after a long time.
Now she is relieved that she is not alone to fight in her war. There is someone who will look after her back forever .




Chapter-II

He lights his cigar from the fire he made. A few minutes ago this house used to be The White Home of the town now its just going grey , turning into ashes. There were some hyacinth's stems over the roof but now all he can see is flames..

Amanda is not crying at all, staring at the flame shifting its color gradually. Grasping the whole house with just one hit of fire. She feels her body is collapsing slowly, tries to move but her legs are rooting deep down in the ground. Suddenly a big thunder shakes her whole body. She looks up and sees the glass windows of her room's broke from the heat. And then she feels every sense, every rush of her blood through the veins, every single pain grinding her heart. She couldn't save her family, her world to whom she promised she would protect with all her life.

After a moment she realises that she is not only there who's watching her dream home burning down. That Suited Man, that monster savoring the sight, smoking his cigar from the fire that ashed away her beloved ones.
She tries to scream with all her anger?, all her rage but resists herself.
She wants to kill that monster right this moment , wants to give the most painful death for all that he has done to her. But she knows she's tied .

She has started ticking clock of his death.




Chapter - 1

"What was brought down upon me
Be returned but times three
Head to toe, skin and nerve
May you get exactly what you deserve"

With a grudging voice ,her crystal clear tears and a torn heart, she tries to scream those words even more louder.

As the words hitting the thick air, the "peridot" starts to get brighter.
The more she grudges with her spell the more luminous that stone gets.

The rage she is carrying for years now the time has come to let it burn in the fire of revenge. Time to give her heart those beats again. The dreadful scorching pain she is suffering for years its going to end now. Seeing her devils burning in the hell she is creating for them. She has stopped thinking of that night where this nightmare began.




The last place.

A quick study

She was like nature, good, wild, and sometimes cruel.
She had all the moods of nature: beauty, timidity, violence,and tenderness.
Nature was chaos.

Mixed media on Canvas.

"Oh my Bahadur, this place is not for us
Full of bruises and lots of fuss"

-Digital Illustration

-Vintage frame from Pinterest.

Do wear your damn masks!!

-Digital illustration
Clip Studio

"It takes a certain ingenuous faith - but I have it - to believe that people who read and reflect more likely than not come to judge things with liberality and truth"

-Digital illustration
Clip Studio

A poster project for
BUP Film Fest 2021

Robin Williams
Fav " Dead Poets Society "

Digital illustration
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"Embarrassingly Dramatic"
- Winona Ryder
A study in portraits!

"VOLCARNAGE"

This one is more of a detailed work than the ones before.

-Digital Illustration
Clip Studio

Greyscale

-Digital Illustration
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Meet our future destiny

- Digital Illustration
Clip Studio

Do you find it peaceful just to bask in the golden light and think of the beautiful days you pass by?

-Digital Illustration
Clip Studio

"A girl should be two things: Who and what she wants."
- Coco Chanel

A very inspiring quote on the inner strength of the womanhood incorporated in this artwork of mine; a woman portraying a positive aura of the other women alike.

-Digital Illustration
Clip studio