After deciding not to learn any lesson from several massively failed earlier attempts of creating something consistently, with undying hopes that things will take a turn for the better, and trying to hold myself accountable, I have decided to jump into another herculean task.

In this attempt, I will be creating one illustration per day based on the prompts I have gathered over the last week. Most of the illustrations will usually revolve around the theme of food but knowing me, I'm sure to deviate from the theme as the month advances. Or not. Who's to tell?

I also plan to accompany the illustration with a brief text, say, no more than 500 words. This text might be a flash fiction piece, a sub-section of a short story or essay, or an entirely random non-fiction piece. Will poetry try to butt in and claim its spot too? Only time will tell.

I can only hope that I stick through with it until the end, and even if unable to create for all of 31 days, I do it for the passing marks I have set for myself, that is 16 days. Join in, won't you?

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Bacteria and the case of rising antimicrobial resistance

It’s the year 2012. I am in my second year of Bachelor’s degree in CBM (Chemistry, Botany, Microbiology) at the JC Road campus of Jain (deemed-to-be) University, Bangalore. The college building is a seven-floor sleek tower, and our class is being held in one of the cuboid classrooms on the fifth floor. I am late for the morning class yet again, so let’s call it a routine rather than an anomaly. Thankfully, the professor, Dr Vijayalakshmi Pradeep, lets me in. As I settle down, in our class of twenty-something twenty somethings, she finishes taking our attendance and gets up. She walks between two rows of seats, and after reaching the middle, declares, “Today, my dear delinquents, we are going to learn about antibiotics.”

From the slopes of Mehrangarh

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Flour, Sugar, Butter, Bake

Naani, biscuits banwane chalooooo! is how our visits to nanihal would begin. We would jump on the road, ear-to-ear smiles on our faces, somehow trying to convince naani to take us to the communal bakery without us having to enter the house. We knew that once everyone stepped inside, you can forget about the biscuits for the next two millennia, or hours, depending on how your level of craving worked. Inevitably, we had to concede every single time because the adults wanted to sit in a room, have tea, exchange pleasantries, and whatnot. We would run around the house, play cricket on the biscuit-shape-and-size terrace using a washing paddle and the cheapest lime green plastic ball. On occasion, we even scared off the monkeys by shouting louder than them.

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Bacteria and the case of rising antimicrobial resistance

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