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.