Last night was as memorable as the first time I read Hindi words, or the first time I rode bicycle without anyone’s help. Last night I finished one complete lap in swimming pool without break (I am learning). Although it's a breath-wise lap, the satisfaction and happiness I felt after completing it was worthless. I am yet to learn prefect swimming, but this would remain as first time ever ;)
One of the side effects of being in love is it takes most of your time. Even 2 hours of talking (which involves from the food we had to global warming) over phone wont suffice the daily quota of sufficient talking. More so when such “important” conversation had to end abruptly because either one of us had to attend to necessities like taking bath, or the calling-card needs a top-up. I am competing with myself, outdoing every month on telephone bill; I get a wicked grin as I type this.
I might need to work on it again, on the shades.Another side effect of it is I hardly get mood to paint or read. Our Savi gifted me an oil-pastel and poster color during the bloggers meet. It was on my table for so long and I had to force myself to use it yesterday. My painting habit needs some time and effort; I realized it when I painted the hibiscus.
what goes inside that center frame is up to reader’s imagination. Click to enlarge.This is the first time I am using Oil-pastel and it’s quite unlike a pencil or crayon. Creating a fine thin line is bit challenging but I love the smudge effect they create when rubbed. It’s very interesting though. Thanks a ton for the thoughtful gift Savi. It’s such an encouragement to draw more.
This morning I found some left over rice in kitchen. I added buttermilk and salt and had it for breakfast. I listen to this beautiful song while I had it. A feeling of gratefulness came upon as the food and guitar filled me. I guess that's what life is, it may not be a perfect painting but sure it’s simple and fulfilling like buttermilk rice and a hearty chat.