273 The Boy Who Lived

I’ve been sitting at my desk for some time now, wondering what to say. For one, it is not July 31, anymore, and oh, I don’t know, I’ve only been working on this illustration for the past week or so! Well, to be fair, I had a visit from a Dementor of the Muggle kind – a flying cockroach. – There was no way for me to avoid writing the word; you must be picturing it right now, and I’m sorry (unless of course, you like them or are an entomologist or summat).

He was flying around in the room I share with my sister on the night of the 31st. Upon spotting him, we conjured our respective Patronus charms whereby we sealed him in with copious amounts of insecticide. (An Avada Kedavra would have sufficed, but that would have been dark, dark magic, and also, we were fucking scared.) Anyway, my computer was in the room; caught unawares, I had to leave my baby in there with the critter. (We heaved a sign when we found his body, a few days later.)

And now, that there are no more secrets between us – I thought to include a modification of an excerpt from a post I wrote on Medium in 2016…

“Every year, I do this thing (I may have talked about it before)  – I read the entire seven-part series of Harry Potter because it is something that makes me really happy. As an exercise, what’s even more interesting for me is re-discovering so many details about the stories that I might have missed before, and I enjoy making notes of doubts that occur to me while I’m reading the books, et cetera, et cetera, and in the process, fall in love with the books all over again. It is definitely one tradition I hope to never tire of.”

This, mis amigos, is true! I have been re-reading the books, every year, ever since 2012. I have not yet begun them yet, this year. I will be, soon. – The illustration you see is one I re-worked on from ‘the’ personal series I did, last year, on occasion of it being #HarryPotter20 and all that. The wonderful wizarding world of Harry Potter continues to enchant me, year after year, and this post is meant to pay ode to some of what I feel about the series. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to describe it all coherently, and perhaps that is good because I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to ever leave it all behind.

To paraphrase from another great, great yet terrible wizard, “Harry Potter is my past, present, and future.”

P.S. The illustration, here, features my favourite trio of fictional friends: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans (hello, Earwax and Vomit, d’you see ’em too?) make up the background, along with some magical sparkles and the like.


Artwork by Roanna Fernandes



272 Interpreter of Maladies

A bezoar is a shrivelled kidney-like stone that can be used to save a witch or wizard from poison, according to Pottermore – Professor Severus Snape told us this much in the very first Potions lesson in Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. Why am I randomly telling you about bezoars?

Good question.

Well, for one, I think we all know what’s tomorrow (and yes, I’m celebrating)! I also drew this last year, as part of personal illustrative series I worked for my Tumblr blog etc. But it’s not just that. Bezoars are on my mind, because I have been thinking a lot about the magic and mysticism of odd objects, and how a belief in them can bring us much comfort and joy. And in this case, particularly, a bezoar can also be the antidote within your body that reveals itself when potent poisons threaten to shut down the system.

Sometimes, with some intervention from the forces above – I gain a better perspective on things that maybe have been going downhill, or that have had an adverse effect on me. That being said, we also must actively seek solutions on our own (we’ve got to take that first step), however, whilst not always trying to take care of every little thing going wrong in our lives. – I am making plans to talk to a professional/therapist about my life’s happenings, gain some insights and you know, take it from there, but, but I’ll say that there is nothing like feeling fixed in a mere moment. A good thing having happened out of the blue, either by your doing or external forces; it’s so much more encouraging/inspiring when that comes from within…

Your own antidote, your bezoar.

As it is the eve of Harry and his creator’s birthday, let us now pause and think about our own Dementors and manifestations of Lord Voldemort. We must remember this: “Light is lovely, light is luminous.” Darkness is a temptress, wanton and winsome but wicked and willful. We must practise our Patronus charms, and always be armed.


Artwork by Roanna Fernandes


253 The Mirror of Erised

We’re all fond of magic, and the folklore associated with it. Well, some of us are – for the most part. A mystical energy possessing abilities not entirely unlikely of making dreams come true, or of taking care of our troubles, et cetera? I, for one, have always been fascinated with all kinds of fairy tales – especially the ones where magic is the solution. Aiding the fair youth as he or she sets upon an obstacle-ridden course excelling in their quest ultimately (locating a wishing-well somewhere deep in a legendary forest) or rousing a prince or princess from the most deepest sleep with a few drops of magical elixir dropped over their closed mouths. Do you know?

We’re older now, and magic does exist. Perhaps not in the ways that we imagined before, but oh, it is around. You don’t see it, you feel it. Sometimes the good kind, sometimes bad. But it’s the positive particles you believe in, and want desperately to feel. (I totally get that!) Do not stop believing, okay?

And as a little something-something, here’s a virtual, ornate hand mirror for you, inspired by the one from the Harry Potter series, The Mirror of Erised – for you to reflect upon every once in while when times are troubled and everything feels out of place. It not always is. You know that! So, harness all you’ve got to create your own kind of magic. Ooh, and it isn’t magic, unless it makes you smile. I know that better, now. Don’t be scared, okay?

P.S. Do you guys remember which fairy tale had an ornate hand mirror in their Disney animated movie counterpart? (-:


Artwork by Roanna Fernandes

Time is Galleons

180 Time is Galleons

Wise words from a very wise, wise old wizard. Do you remember? I think I really like writing such posts. You know, the kind where I dish out deep life advice – like I know better – BUT et cetera, et cetera. And this time, I feel like I owe it to you – to write about this hot mess (Literally, not in the cool way this phrase has come to dispel what it means.)… that is Jupiter Skye. And connect with you in a way that boils down to the ultimate – Why do you blog? If you thought, Because I like to. You’re on the right track! Not that you need me to tell you that. Buh-ut…

We read several posts on a daily basis, I come across so many similar writings on all the blogs I like reading… Like this striking piece that I found on Carrie Jackson’s blog, Jennypurr. (Pearl tweeted about it a few days ago!) Or this post on my friend Eddy’s blog, Egeedee (she is one of the coolest folks I know, and I love the way she writes about things) that felt like a beautiful wake-up call… That it’s okay to write about whatever you want, provided that you are passionate about it. Okay, well, I did know that!

Slowly and steadily, I’ve been discovering that through each and every post I write: What I like to write about & what I don’t, the community I’ve found here (the NICE-est), that it’s okay if not everyone’s reading so as long as I’m building a somewhat glittery sandcastle here… I know a lot of us who started writing their blogs as a way of expressing what they couldn’t otherwise, in person. For me, it’s also a way of discovering what I’m good at – and what I’m okay with sharing with folks. (There was a time when I had a not-so-secret personal blog – Don’t go hunting for it now! – and I ranted sooo much on it. Puerile stuff, of course. But I don’t know, I guess it helped. I can’t read some of what I wrote now because it was really dumb.)

This blog is different. I started it on a whim, I feel like I’ve said that before but then it was to gain an all-access pass to write for Vogue. It was My Holy Grail then (only now I’ve discovered that it’s Grazia that truly speaks to me). I religiously subscribed to + treasured (and still do) every issue that came out, imitated layouts, tried to shoot #OOTD posts (yes, I do regularly stalk Style Drive; Aayushi’s pictures well are Aayushi’s. They’re hers!) – it’s no secret that I wanted this to be a place where I could talk freely and endlessly about art, colour, D.I.Y and fashions that enamoured me. But all of that wasn’t me. Not the way I wanted to write about it back then – and I couldn’t because I do love fashion, just v. differently. I’m still discovering who’s who – don’t ask me about designers – I know nothing. Not all that much. It’s the colours and patterns that speak to me, the people and stories… The Oddities. That’s me!

Okay. So that’s the deal with this blog. Thanks for sticking around. And if you have a blog, and you’re reading this – I’m sorry if this sounded a little too self-absorbed but I would hope that it helped you relate, in a way. Fashion, food, fakes & forms… Write about it/them the way you please. There’s no rule book! And that, my friends is the beauty of having your very own personal space, i.e. Le Blog. (There’s someone who told me to conjure up Jupiter – I hadn’t even thought of creating this kind of a space until he mentioned it… Thank you, SAGAN. Not Carl. Y-o-u.)

P.S. This is Harry Potter reference # 3! Were you counting, too?


Artwork by Roanna Fernandes