One fine day...

Just Begin

After a gap of almost seven years, when I didn't have the bandwidth to even think of buying a set of colours for myself, because it was always for my daughter. One day I picked up her set of colouring pens and...

It all began. With some random doodling, with what I had, nothing was bought, nothing was planned, I only responded to that little voice inside me to simply pick up those pens and make something. That part of me, which was rusting for many years, slowly emerged. As if my hands didn’t want to stop. For anyone it may seem ridiculous, this randomness, may not look like a work of art either, but for me it was the beginning of something which always existed and I knew, that this time there will be no stop to it.

Yes, it didn't stop. It has been eleven years since that day.