‘Inspiration was the first thing that came to me when I saw my sister’s painting. She had many other pieces on display but this one really caught my eye.’
An artist looking from a hill at a picturesque valley equipped with an easel and armed with paint brushes just begging to be used. The paintbrushes were so worn out and full of color. Looking at it, it made me feel calm, free and with a sense of purpose. I could almost hear the leaves rustling and the wind in my hair. I felt the painter’s frustration in finding the perfect color to paint in.
I felt so creative, I was not in the valley or the hill I was lost in my thoughts. I felt like I could compose a poem as well as Homer or write a sonnet worthy of Shakespeare. I felt so enthusiastic to write. I never wanted to leave, for the first I felt confident about my writing. Just as my head was filled with these wonderful aspirations the source was cruelly snatched away from me. The painting was gone framed in a gallery with all the glory. I scowled at cruel life and horrid fate. But one more glimpse and I was content. It was like life scarred me and the painting was my ointment.
I loved my sister and all the paintbrushes and all the paint that made this paradise possible, this fantasy real and most of all this inspiration a reality.’
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Thoughts Caught 