hahahaha.....

an unaccomplished love...

holding the paint brush after 8 yrs..was like to b suddenly in the arms of my love after a seperation of 8 yrs !!

so much was i into it..right frm the day i learnt the art of gripping things..to hold things..initially scribbling the walls wid my moms lipstick shades and then wid sketch pens and crayons..after a lot of pursuance i moved to paper..though walls fascinate me till date!

with the brush in my hand i reached the world nver known ..the most beauty of all..wild imaginations with flamboyant colours did their walk on the paper one by one..

I never learnt how to draw ... nvr took classes or training sessions..it was all within..and deeply was i in love wid it! drawing painting were the staple routines whereas...studying ..reading riding were my hobbies..but as i grew up..life's rush took charge of my ..dreams slowly but steadily got buried under reality..i was scolded ..moulded ..thrashed and sometimes wid love made to realize..fairytales are just stories..painting and drawing are just waste of time!

class 5 made it rare..and by the time i was in class 8..it was a forgotten past..

but somewhere down in my heart..a heartbeat still reminded me of the freedom ...the joy ..the ecstacy ..the zeal i experienced in the company of colours..

8 yrs down the lane when i saw the brush laying on the floor and the colours all scattered..without a thought..without a reason..without anything i found myself all engrossed again!

the outcome had surely detoriated with time..hands werent as confident nor was it as easy to open the doors of my imagination as it initially was ..but love was intense and it drove me through..and ended all the yrs of aggression into a smile and satisfaction ... wid a childs caprice ..i laughed loud..a thing long time undone..and i said to myself

"I BELIEVE IN FAIRIES!"