Some yellow in my heart





It was a day in the beginning of summer of the year 2001. Yellow bloom on the Tabebuia trees could be seen everywhere. My friend wakes me up at 5 am to join her for morning walk. Our favorite place for walk was an earthen dam nearby. The morning sky, the pleasant breeze the freshness and all of a sudden, I see the yellow bloom and my gaze is stuck on them…I remain in wonderment for a few moments and I spoke to myself-“I want to be an artist...”. A year before I had finished my degree in engineering and now, I was preparing for my competitive exams...it all was so clear and I was so sure about what I wanted to do in my life that this momentary desire was gone as fast as it came after it paused for a few moments in my heart.
Now I have my own reasons to believe that I am a blessed soul, being a pedestrian on the path of self -expression with visual art as a medium is one of them. Defeating all the occupation that material illusions had offered, I am being chosen to fulfill and be aware of my own purpose in life. The yellow flower bloom that touched deep of my heart still remains with me...

 And it could possibly be a sweet coincidence that yellow was my crazy  favorite color in my childhood.

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