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Cheriyal Scroll
Vaahan—a celestial being who carried not people, but their unlived lives.
Each element on its body tells a story: The bells hanging from its neck once rang in celebration—but now echo the weight of choices never made. The vibrant patches of color are pieces of different lives—joy, love, ambition—blended yet never whole. The mechanical eye embedded within sees not the present, but alternate paths—the “what could have been.” The dripping edges beneath its form are unfinished timelines, quietly dissolving into oblivion.
Vaahan - The Keeper of Forgotten Journeys
Vaahan moves between worlds—walking through the spaces between decisions. Whenever someone stands at a crossroads and turns away from a path, that abandoned possibility is not lost. It becomes part of Vaahan. A dancer who chose stability over passion A love confession never spoken A risk never taken All of these live within it.
Conceptual
Loard Krishna
Long ago, before the world learned to divide, there existed a truth—everything was one. From that truth emerged two forms: Shiva, the stillness of the universe, and Shakti, its boundless energy. Though they appeared separate, they were never apart. One held silence, the other movement. One was calm, the other creation. Yet neither was complete without the other. So they became one—Ardhanarishvara—a single form where strength and grace, power and compassion, logic and emotion existed in perfect balance. It is said that this form is not just divine, but a reminder— Within each of us lives both sides. And true harmony begins when we accept them as one.
Ship With Wings
They said the sea could only be crossed by strength. So he built a ship. But not from wood alone—from dreams, from longing, from the quiet belief that there was more beyond the horizon. When the winds refused to guide him, he did something no one had dared before. He gave his ship wings. Not ordinary wings, but ones shaped like butterflies—fragile, beautiful, and alive with color. People laughed, saying such wings would never survive the open sea. Yet when the sun rose, the ship didn’t wait for the wind. It created its own. Gliding across golden waters, carried by hope rather than force, he sailed toward a place no map had ever known. And as butterflies filled the sky around him, one truth became clear— Sometimes, the gentlest things are strong enough to carry you the farthest.
Butterfly carried a memory
They built their escape from the smallest things—fragments of wonder others had forgotten. Each butterfly carried a memory: a childhood dream, a risk once taken, a moment of courage, a spark of imagination. Piece by piece, they gathered them, tying them together with hope. People below called it impossible. But they stepped in anyway. As the butterflies lifted them into the sky, they realized something quiet but powerful— they weren’t being carried by wings. They were being carried by everything they once believed in. And for the first time, they understood: dreams don’t weigh you down… they lift you.
swirling sky
On a quiet night beneath a swirling sky, she found an egg unlike any other—cracked open, glowing from within. She had always believed she was meant for something more, though she never knew what. The wings on her back felt like a promise she hadn’t yet fulfilled. Drawn by the light, she stepped closer and reached inside. It wasn’t just warmth she felt—it was possibility. A beginning waiting to be chosen. In that moment, she understood: not all things are born ready. Some are discovered, nurtured, and brought to life by those brave enough to believe in them. And as the light grew brighter, so did she.
Expressionist
“The Fire Beneath Her Wings”
Before she became light, she was silence. She lived in a world that admired stillness—where beauty was measured in calm waters and perfect reflections. And she was perfect. A white swan, gliding effortlessly, untouched by chaos. But beneath that stillness… something burned.
“Where the Wind Remembers Her Name”
There was a time when she belonged to the world of people—where names were spoken, time was measured, and love was something one tried to hold onto. But she was never meant to stay. They say she first began to disappear on a spring afternoon. Not all at once—just in fragments. A petal slipping from her thoughts. A color leaking from her voice. A memory dissolving before it could fully form. No one noticed… except the wind.
Figurative
The Burden and the Grace
Each day, as dusk approached, Aruvi would walk through the silent forest—tall, slender, almost weightless. Balanced upon her back was a radiant golden disc—the Sun’s memory. It was not the sun itself, but something far more fragile: The feeling of light. Warmth. Hope. Renewal
“She Who Carries the Sun”
In a forest where time moved slower than breath, there lived a woman known only as Aruvi—the bearer of light. No one knew where she came from. Some said she was born from the first sunrise. Others believed she was once human, chosen by the sun itself to carry its warmth through a world that had begun to forget how to feel.
Temple
An artist by passion and profession, with 15 years of experience in creating expressive and impactful artwork. My work is a reflection of dedication, creativity, and a continuous journey of artistic growth.
Temple Elephant
An artist by passion and profession, with 15 years of experience in creating expressive and impactful artwork. My work is a reflection of dedication, creativity, and a continuous journey of artistic growth.
Kalamkari
Kathak
In the sacred lands of Kerala, when dusk turns the sky into deep blue, the temple lamps are lit and the drums begin to echo. From within the silence emerges a powerful presence—adorned in vibrant colors, intricate ornaments, and eyes that seem to hold stories of ages. It is not just a performer, but a living embodiment of the divine, where every gesture speaks and every movement tells a tale. Through stillness and expression, the figure blesses, protects, and reminds. Because this form is more than art—it is devotion brought to life. And as the final beat fades, one truth lingers in the air— the divine doesn’t just exist in temples… it lives through expression, through tradition, and through those who carry it forward.
Madhubani
From that truth emerged two forms:
Long ago, before the world learned to divide, there existed a truth—everything was one. From that truth emerged two forms: Shiva, the stillness of the universe, and Shakti, its boundless energy. Though they appeared separate, they were never apart. One held silence, the other movement. One was calm, the other creation. Yet neither was complete without the other. So they became one—Ardhanarishvara—a single form where strength and grace, power and compassion, logic and emotion existed in perfect balance. It is said that this form is not just divine, but a reminder— Within each of us lives both sides. And true harmony begins when we accept them as one.
In a forest where every color told a story
In a forest where every color told a story, there stood a tree older than time itself. Beneath it lived two deer—different in color, different in nature. One carried the calm of the sky, the other the warmth of the earth. Many believed they didn’t belong together. But the tree knew better. Through changing seasons, falling leaves, and singing birds, they stood side by side—never trying to become the same, only learning to understand each other. And slowly, the forest changed too. Because it wasn’t their differences that defined them— it was the harmony they created together.
She said - “You grow into it.”
In a quiet forest where every leaf carried a story, a young fawn once asked her mother, “How do I find my way in such a big world?” The mother smiled gently and led her beneath an old tree whose roots ran deep and strong. “You don’t rush to find your path,” she said. “You grow into it.” As seasons passed, the little one watched, learned, and wandered—but never felt lost. The forest spoke through rustling leaves, fluttering butterflies, and the steady presence beside her. One day, she stood tall, no longer unsure. Because she realized— guidance isn’t always a direction… sometimes, it’s simply someone walking beside you.
Elephant
In a small village where stories were painted instead of written, there lived an artist who believed every creature carried a blessing. One day, he painted an elephant—not as it was, but as it felt to him: gentle, wise, and quietly strong. He surrounded it with flowers, symbols of growth and new beginnings, and filled every space with patterns, like the rhythms of life itself. People who saw the painting said it brought them calm, as if the elephant carried away their worries. The artist would simply smile and say, “It’s not just an elephant… it’s a reminder.” A reminder that strength can be kind, and that even in the simplest forms, there is beauty, balance, and grace.
Minimalist
Peace Full House with a background pond
An artist by passion and profession, with 15 years of experience in creating expressive and impactful artwork. My work is a reflection of dedication, creativity, and a continuous journey of artistic growth.
Mughal Miniature
Radha Krishna
On a vibrant evening in Vrindavan, when the air shimmered with music and color, Krishna played his flute—not for the world, but for Radha. Each note carried a feeling words could never hold. Radha followed the melody, not with steps alone, but with her heart. Around them, the world seemed to pause—the flowers leaned closer, the breeze softened, and even time slowed to listen. Their dance was effortless, as if it had existed long before they did. Because theirs was not just love—it was connection beyond form, beyond time. And in that moment, the universe itself felt in rhythm with them.
Surrealist
Inside her
Inside her, there was a landscape no one else could see. Hills of quiet memories, fields of unspoken words, and a river that never stopped flowing. It carried everything—joy, loss, dreams she once held close—moving gently through the depths of her being. To the world, she was still, composed, unreadable. But within, seasons changed constantly. Some days, the river ran calm, reflecting light and hope. Other days, it rushed with everything she had kept hidden. And yet, at the center of it all, something remained rooted—a small tree, growing despite it all. She learned to listen to that place. Because she realized… she wasn’t just carrying the landscape. She was the landscape.
Everything is in You
Two worlds existed apart—one of fire, full of passion, and one of calm, shaped by quiet flow. Between them ran a river, carrying whispers from each side. One day, they drew close enough to see each other—not as opposites, but as reflections. And in that moment, they understood: they were never meant to be separate, but to exist in balance.
Transform journey
Long ago, in a place where time didn’t move in straight lines, there stood a small wooden table at the edge of a forgotten room. On it rested a single chess pawn—insignificant to most, often overlooked, always moved by others. But this pawn carried something unusual. Perched upon it was a caterpillar, slow and grounded, living its life inch by inch. It had never known anything beyond the surface it crawled on. The world, to it, was limited—predictable, confined. One day, a mirror appeared. Not an ordinary mirror, but one that did not reflect what is—only what can be. The caterpillar, pausing for the first time in its restless crawl, looked into it. And there it saw… a butterfly. Not just wings, but freedom. Not just beauty, but transformation. A version of itself that felt impossible, almost unreal. The pawn beneath it, too, stood reflected—not as a mere piece in a game, but as something with presence, purpose. The caterpillar didn’t understand it. It had never flown. It didn’t know how. But the mirror didn’t lie. Days passed. The vision stayed. And slowly, something shifted—not in the mirror, but within the caterpillar. It stopped measuring life by the ground it covered and started believing in something unseen. Eventually, it wrapped itself in stillness—a cocoon. To others, it looked like the end. But it was not an end. It was a decision.
Tanjore
Goddess lakshmi
In a time when the world felt heavy with worry, people forgot where true abundance came from. Then, in the stillness of devotion, Goddess Lakshmi appeared—seated gracefully on her divine elephant, surrounded by blooming lotuses. She held wealth in her hands, but not just of gold—of peace, wisdom, and prosperity that flows from within. It is said she does not stay where there is only desire for riches. She stays where there is gratitude, kindness, and balance. Those who came to her seeking wealth often left with something greater—a calm heart, a clear mind, and the understanding that true prosperity begins within. And where that understanding lives, her blessings never leave.
Lord Balaji
In the quiet hills of Tirumala, before dawn breaks, the temple doors open in silence. There stands Lord Venkateswara—still, radiant, and eternal—adorned not just with gold and garlands, but with the faith of millions. Each offering at his feet carries a story: a whispered prayer, a silent tear, a hope held onto for years. People come seeking answers, blessings, or simply peace. But what they find is something deeper—a presence that listens without words. It is said that he does not speak, yet he never leaves a prayer unheard. And as the lamps flicker and bells softly echo, one truth remains: In his presence, devotion becomes strength, and faith finds its way.
Radha Krishna
On a quiet evening in Vrindavan, when the air was filled with the scent of jasmine and the sound of distant flutes, Radha sat beside Krishna on a gently swaying swing. The world around them faded—the noise, the worries, the passing time. In that moment, there was only music, devotion, and an unspoken bond that needed no words. Krishna played his flute, not for the world, but for her. And Radha listened, not with her ears, but with her soul. The swing moved softly, as if time itself had slowed to honor their presence. Because theirs was not just a story of love— it was a reminder that true connection lives beyond time, beyond form, in pure, eternal harmony.