I asked him to join us for lunch. He said he had already eaten. I said just come and sit with us and if you feel like eating, take something. A while later I looked at his plate as he ate peacefully. He met my eyes and gave a lopsided smile.
I am very happy today, he said, I am eating along with so many people…I am not allowed to eat with others…
As his words sank in…I realised that I remember to give thanks for the food on my plate, but seldom for the people sitting around the table, sharing food, laughter and conversation with me.
Till today, I hadn’t realized that human company is a luxury for so many…
It’s been a while since I started exploring the Lotus and Water Lilly in different mediums.
This is a new work that I am sharing. It was a spontaneous use of ink and watercolour merging together in interesting ways 🙂
The Silk Floss tree blooms after most of the leaves have fallen. All that is left is a mass of branches and an exquisite arrangement of flowers. With a backdrop of a clay windchime, the picture of perfection is complete 😊
It’s that time of year when the flower pots and beds are overflowing with beauty and colour. To wake-up to such beauty is a delightful blessing indeed..
Enjoyed working with line and form to create this artwork on rice paper. The repetitive motion for creating form has a meditative quality to it. Since this is freehand drawing it allows no margin for error and therefore it requires full concentration…great way to get the mind off everything else happening in life 😊
Yesterday, driving down the crowded Delhi roads, I was surrounded with cars laden with Diwali gifts, at the road crossing.
Stopping by the cars, were little beggar children, beseeching look in the eyes as they eyed the dry fruits and chocolates piled high in the cars. They begged for a packet or two.
It crossed my mind that what we were doing made no sense at all. On the one hand there were people who would really appreciate any goodies that came their way and on the other were those who would receive them and sigh at the sight of yet another packet arriving at their doorstep, adding to the growing pile, somewhere in the corner of a room or on top of the dining table.
We really need to rethink this tradition of giving on Diwali. It is beautiful to give, but the gift has to go to one who really needs it and would have some use for it.
This Diwali my resolution is to make small packets of all that is so generously given to us and keep it handy in the car. At every crossing, distribute these packets filled with chocolates and dry fruits to the children on the roadside.
They can certainly do with the nutrition and the excitement of having a colourfully wrapped packet drop in their hands, when they least expect, it will be unsurpassed!
A deal is struck..a string of artificial flowers is bought and put into the bag with utmost care, as the flower seller looks on…
Its lovely to see colour come up in stark streets, livening them and making one realise that a big festival is just round the corner!
Nature expresses in Silence
What we struggle to put into words…
Opened the studio to find these two in deep communication!