I build worlds, and the machines that build them.
Most people pick a lane. I picked all of them, then paved the space in between.
A decade ago I wrote a novel about the end of time and self-published it. Then life got in the way, and when I came back I found I'd outgrown it. So I'm tearing it down to the foundation and rebuilding it as Kalyug's End: one story, two worlds, made in AI-assisted CG.
When the tools I needed didn't exist, I built them: a studio that runs from my phone, with an assistant that talks back, keeps the schedule and won't let me off the hook.
This site is the workshop door. Come in and watch things get made.
Two worlds, two looks, one serialized series. I write it, draw the characters, and light and look-develop it; AI tools do the heavy lifting in between.
Content note: suicide. This strip shows a man holding a gun to his head. If you're struggling, in India call Tele-MANAS on 14416 (free, 24/7).
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold.
W. B. Yeats
The real world, distorted. Short, sharp pieces from a life coming apart, and the one creature that refuses to let it.
In production · first short December 2026The only way out of hell runs through it.
Naraka: gritty, banal and long. The road through hell, one episode at a time.
In developmentCollaborations, commissions, or just to talk about the work.