![]() I was captivated by this odd-looking rainbow and then from that day onward, I scribbled and drew on every empty space found on paper, walls and even on my bare palms. ![]() The fiery red miraculously transformed into a royal shade of purple with the touch of blue, the yellow gave birth to orange when it embraced the stylish red. Amid the angry voices of my parents I giggled as I indulged in my very first act of vandalism. The orderly row of comatose crayons suddenly sprang like a newborn foal twirling on the pasty canvass. ![]() “And when its difficulties intensify, you find yourself longing to leave that world and dwell in some easier one- and then, when you understand at last the difficulties will dog you wherever you may live, this is when poetry and art are born…”įor the very first time on a murky morning, I saw a set of colours come alive on the wall of my living room. ![]()
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