For no particular reason, I am feeling so chirpy this morning – a feeling that has not crossed my heart for a long time now. Neither there is anything special today nor the issues around have ceased. But there is some calmness in me and I am so loving it.
Last week while talking to amma on phone, she told me how she enjoyed looking at my pencil sketches, glass paintings and many other art pieces I had left at my home. I was taken back to the time I did each of those things and I vividly remember how much time I spent on each piece too. Today, I happened to open the folder with scanned copies and pictures of my paintings and instantly I felt more happier. There is something about paints and sketches that makes me forget the real world.
Here is one that I love the most, the one where I spent almost half a day sketching on the intricacies. For some unknown reason, I kept thinking of my Thathi all the while doing this. No, he has no resemblance to this portrait here. But there are a lot of common things. I have only known the Thathi who was dark (odd coming from a family of fairer people) with little hair on the head, his face and hands showing the hard work did in the farms – either doing the work himself or getting it done by someone else. One look at his earlier photos, he was a handsome man. He had an undergrad degree and most importantly he was not even closely resembling the one I have known.
This old man portrait is my dedication to my Thathi –