The calm and serene greens of tea garden lined along my favourite path takes my mind back to those beautiful childhood days....it's like revisiting my world, reinventing my soul.
Shaishav....means childhood. All my childhood, I was blessed by good souls. I would dream of all good things in the world as I stood beneath the Shefali tree and collected the beautiful white flowers, gathered them in a basket...my basket, full of dreams ....
It was a moment of making oneself proud yet remaining grounded when my painting was chosen as the backdrop of a stage .....thanks to all those who believed in me.
Off late I am kind of losing my patience and try to finish a work in a hurry which I had never done before....so thought of testing my patience with some watercolor and a little elaborate picture of a sculpture I love.