I met some amazing people during the Imagine Art Festival. They were uniformly loving, attentive, curious and complimentary 😊. But this meeting was simply too beautiful to not share!
I was sitting at my desk and trying to finish my ‘sketch a day’, when a cute little girl came up to me and asked if she could paint as well.
There was enough stationary and paints so I invited her to join me. She settled herself on the chair, feet dangling happily above the ground 😀.
With a look of great concentration and joy she started painting the petunia that was on the table. After sketching, she asked if she could share my paints and if I could give her a brush. Thus equipped, she proceeded to colour her petunia. ☺️
Her mom was waiting patiently on the side, clicking photographs of her little one painting.
Once she was done, I asked her if she wanted me to tear the page from my sketchbook for her to take home… She shook her head and said it was a gift for me! And that she would give it me only if she could write something on it first. 🤔
My curiosity was piqued, but she wouldn’t let me peep, and hid her message with her tiny cupped hand. 😁 She selected a pencil and proceeded to leave her message for me…
“From one artist to another“!!
She is eight years old, I think! 😁
#kids #conviction #art
All I wanted
Was to go to school
Meet some friends
Play the fool
Sing a birthday song
Laugh and share
Happiness and chocolates
Without a care…
But it went horribly wrong
And my entire family..
The tears might
In a lifetime dry
But all they will ever ask
Why did I fall
Before my time
Was being a child
My only crime…?
#Why? #keepourchildrensafe #PrayerforPradhyumn
Little Buda peeped from behind a broken wall, eyes alight with curiosity. When I looked up, he retreated behind the wall. After a few minutes of this game, I beckoned him to me. I was sitting on the roof of our homestay in Sikkim and sketching the vast and endless mountains visible from my perch. As he approached me I asked him if he would like to draw something. He nodded shyly and became excited when I gave him a sketch pad and pen. We both sat quietly, each lost in a private world, drawing and colouring. Later, he was called down by someone, who I presumed might be his mother.
It was as we were leaving, that I found out that Buda’s mother had abandoned him and he was being brought up by the entire village. They made sure that he ate, went to school and had a home to come back to…
In our parting photograph with the family that we were staying with, Buda was on the hip of our hostess, smiling into the camera with glee 😊
Any woman can have a mother’s heart, you don’t have to be one to embrace another with that kind of love…
The exploration of childhood
When nothing was impossible
When joy had a definition
That included mud and water and sunshine
When laughter was second nature and a smile, irrepressible.
When life couldn’t be postponed, even for a minute
It had to be lived and it had to be lived NOW
When freedom meant running, with no desire to compete,
but running because the breeze felt Oh! So good..
When you were a winner because You proclaimed so
And not because the world did…
#Durham #durhamdiaries #ourworld #wordsandvisuals #sculptured #water #childhood #children #joy #fun #SimplePleasuresofLife
I was rushing out in the morning and didn’t have time to leave food for all the birds and squirrels who look forward to their meal outside my balcony.
I requested my son, who is a Public Policy major, to do the needful. Just before leaving, I asked him, “You do know what to do na?”
His reply, “I have to ensure a democratic destribution of birdfeed so that no one creature is neglected or exploited. For this I shall make small piles of grains all over, ensuring that the smallest and the largest…the strongest and the weakest will have their fair share, without fighting for it.”
Needless to say, I left in great haste!