Golden Mountains and White Lotus ๐ŸŒฟ

The Lotus invade my psyche… I dream about them in silent ponds, going about their business of blooming. I see the colour of water change around them in my minds eye… It completes my joy in the process of art making.

I ease out each leaf from the background and make them cluster around like friends. From their midst I make a Lotus rise, like a queen, regal and brilliant.

Art becomes more than just an act of applying colours… For a short period of time I play the role of a creator, in the limited universe of my canvas… ๐Ÿ’•

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โ€‹Painting the Mountains Red!ย 

On a recent visit to a small village in East Sikkim called Budan, where we had gone for a homestay, I asked the village elders to spread the word that I would be happy to have an impromptu art class for all children who were interested. 

To my utter delight, about fifteen of them turned up! And there, in the middle of silence and mountains and the rolling mist we sketched and painted Geraniums! 

That evening is a memory that will be etched in my mind for posterity. It made me realise that we should assume nothing, take nothing for granted and if there is a sincere thought, it will find resonance with many! ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŽต๐Ÿ’•
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Memorable Tavels…

I remember travelling to the hills in buses that were held together by the sheer genius of the driver and conductor (and some highly innovative roadside mechanic!). There was nothing there that did not rattle or squeak. It stopped at the remotest of places and welcomed everybody happily. The guy holding a squawking chicken upside down was as comfortable boarding, as a lady with a basket full of fresh vegetables which rolled out at every turn.
During one journey, rain pourned inside the bus because of holes in the roof. It was then that the stranger behind me opened his umbrella and saved the day and my head!

I have come to believe in the goodness of human nature through my travels. I have seen people go out of their way more often than not, to help someone in distress. 

Maybe I travel because it rekindles my faith in humanity…

Enroute to Lamahatta, WB

May, 2015