I create my own Spring
When the heart feels low
When Time moves slow
I just go
With the languid flow
Where the water
Takes me and
Just the simple ritual of hand-beaten coffee before the moms leave for Doon has an unusual sanctity…. We all wait for it…The tray is laden with their favourite snacks and mugs of coffee dispensed. They sip, we discuss myriad topics, their gentle presence adding to the serene atmosphere of the room where they have been room mates for a few days 😊… I admire them unabashedly.. Their beauty, their comfort with each other, their honesty and their strength…
And then they leave. Neat bags all zipped up, smart handbags well arranged with their daily needs, and off they go in a whiff of some floral perfume that they love!
It was a perfect moment in time.
My mom was visiting and I had cancelled all commitments to be with her without rushing around and stressing unnecessarily. She noticed this and conveyed her appreciation through a gentle smile.
As I booked tickets for a movie followed by a leisurely lunch and discussed our day with her, she couldn’t help beaming. I hugged her and expressed my pleasure at having her home. She hugged me back with a tightness that surprised me. It held in it so much…. Love, pride, gratitude, blessings… Suddenly, my eyes brimmed with tears… My mom had given me everything she thought I might need to manage my adult life with equipoise and now she stood within my arms, frail and delicate, straight – backed and proud.
As we headed home after our ‘date’, soft music filtered from the music system in the car that cocooned us from the outside traffic. Then that song started playing, the one my dad used to sing ever so beautifully…”Chain se hum ko kabhi..aap ne jeene na deeya…” I cast a sideways glance at my mom and saw a small tear form at the corner of her eye…. I skipped it, to the next one… But she requested me to put it back on… By this time a huge lump had formed in my throat too.
“It’s been thirty-seven years… ” Mom said, “so much was taken away from us that day… But his music? That no one can can take away… Let it play…”
We reached home, the sound of my dads singing reverberating in our individual memories… Rich, mellifluous, so him, so me, so mom, so Us….
That can never be taken away….. Ever…
There is something about watercolours. One can be as playful with them as children with their first set of paints or restrained like somebody overly trained.
I find myself governed by my mood. Sometimes I am reckless and experimentative and confident enough to make the colours run riot, and at other times, like in the making of this one, I am almost sluggish. Enjoying every stroke and merging colours with a gentleness I don’t always possess.
All I understand about art has come to me by my own journey of creativity. It has come after putting aside innumerable voices, some true and some false telling me about what I can and cannot do…. And quite like the blooming of a Lotus, one petal at a time, I have opened myself up to what lies within me…. 😊
With every stroke I realise
Just how unique existence is
My sketchbook imparts the most positive life lessons for me….it tells me…
Ideas give excitement and cost nothing, therefore, stay excited 😊
Every sketch needs to see the light of day ☺️, without any judgement…🌿
The impatience outside is silenced within the calm of the pages 🐞
Every stroke matters…to complete a picture as unique as me🙃
If nothing is working… Turn over a new leaf 😀
Most importantly, if the book is over, don’t hesitate to start a new one!
And finally, never forget why you started this journey in the first place…
It was a grey day. Dark and overcast. I went to check on the Koi fish to see how they were doing and reassure myself that their pond had not overflown with the incessant night rain.
There was nothing in sight barring some bedraggled water Lillies and fat, round Lilly pads, collecting water… And then, as if on cue, a vibrant cloud of Koi appeared from under the leaves… Gorgeous, pure, graceful and languid…. Totally unaware of the surrounding drab and muddy weather, they were just sure of their own purpose… That of adding a spark to the environment in which they lived and in the only way they knew how 😊!