A very serene person. I dont know why. very calm, minimalist. A pulling charm. Oh, we made fun of her kajal and checked her out every time she came to campus, because she was Rahul's friend. So pretty, with no complex of being pretty. This is something. I have never met a person like this before. Pooja.
She has built this cosy little corner in the visual arts studio. A lot of silence in there. A little discussion on what should one do in life. Me being overwhelmed by the art she has made, with the desire to make the same. Thinking of what if I got to make that amount of art ? Was it really impossible ?
No, a time when I had no money to make art, or rather buy material, I happened to make more art than today. Today the number of color boxes in my house would be more than actual art that I have made.
Every time I thought I would concentrate on art making, I got a huge bundle of responsibilities, be it marriage, pregnancy, education, love, kid, you name it I have it.All those little moments of loss, building one on another.Today, when I could have chilled with one job, I am again into education. Persuing that PhD. Relatively not studying as much for it. Being the Parent!
All that just came in.
Tears rolled on to my eyes. Just like that. No reason at all. That silence just broke out all those desires of nomadic artisty life. All those moments that went wrong, that made me turn my life so much. All those judgements that I saw, post that. No regrets though.
It just comes to my mind, that the presence of so much near to perfect person and near to perfect place, got my mind run through everything so quick !!! and i covered it so quick too.
Not again, I will not be able to go back to that place. To that perfect person.
I am good being the stone! I got this. I don't know till when.I guess till I sustain.
That one moment of nothing just defines, what you are!
Just a continuation for the same person.
I had been away for the day and she promised me to take care of my daughter.
Being in the North of India I am now used to not asking for help from anyone at all.
because no one helps. If you help, you are judged into what could be the ulterior motive to help. it is difficult to help and get help. or ask for help.
Pooja promised us dinner. I came back from a mad hectic trip. And I could not move. I was that ill.
She actually came in with dinner, freshly made, extremely tasty (trust me that didn't matter at that moment). She sat with us, while we had dinner. She waited till we were done.
How can there be so much love in this era of home deliveries and this place of only saying a hi, bye, thank you. No nothing but gratitude came to my mind the other day.
She has built this cosy little corner in the visual arts studio. A lot of silence in there. A little discussion on what should one do in life. Me being overwhelmed by the art she has made, with the desire to make the same. Thinking of what if I got to make that amount of art ? Was it really impossible ?
No, a time when I had no money to make art, or rather buy material, I happened to make more art than today. Today the number of color boxes in my house would be more than actual art that I have made.
Every time I thought I would concentrate on art making, I got a huge bundle of responsibilities, be it marriage, pregnancy, education, love, kid, you name it I have it.All those little moments of loss, building one on another.Today, when I could have chilled with one job, I am again into education. Persuing that PhD. Relatively not studying as much for it. Being the Parent!
All that just came in.
Tears rolled on to my eyes. Just like that. No reason at all. That silence just broke out all those desires of nomadic artisty life. All those moments that went wrong, that made me turn my life so much. All those judgements that I saw, post that. No regrets though.
It just comes to my mind, that the presence of so much near to perfect person and near to perfect place, got my mind run through everything so quick !!! and i covered it so quick too.
Not again, I will not be able to go back to that place. To that perfect person.
I am good being the stone! I got this. I don't know till when.I guess till I sustain.
That one moment of nothing just defines, what you are!
Just a continuation for the same person.
I had been away for the day and she promised me to take care of my daughter.
Being in the North of India I am now used to not asking for help from anyone at all.
because no one helps. If you help, you are judged into what could be the ulterior motive to help. it is difficult to help and get help. or ask for help.
Pooja promised us dinner. I came back from a mad hectic trip. And I could not move. I was that ill.
She actually came in with dinner, freshly made, extremely tasty (trust me that didn't matter at that moment). She sat with us, while we had dinner. She waited till we were done.
How can there be so much love in this era of home deliveries and this place of only saying a hi, bye, thank you. No nothing but gratitude came to my mind the other day.
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