…a little something more about me
I like day dreams because they can be woven by the mind! I call it ‘creativity of thoughts’!
From the time when I was a little girl I always wanted to be all by myself, immersed in a dreamland of my own. I would play with blocks for hours and hours, imagining dream houses .I would sit by the window ,drawing pictures of me and my sister under the same umbrella, holding hands, the cat purring by our feet and a pond full of lotus far behind. My mother fondly recalls finding me in the Principal’s cabin at the age of three, sitting on the glass desk, having filled an entire notebook with drawings till I waited for her to pick me up from the nursery!
My father believed in treating us like grown-ups and hence from a raw age I was drawn to his deep philosophies of the subconscious mind. Maybe the selfless love from my sister, the creative encouragement from my mother and the radical thinking of my father somewhere came together and took me into an imaginative world where I began to express myself through drawing, painting and bits of words scribbled in secret books.
Being left handed, as a child, I always wrote the alphabets as their mirror images. I took me some time to differentiate between drawing and writing back then. Thus some forms on paper became words and I learnt to arrange them. Doodling translated into writing; secretly, I started loving this exercise and so poetry happened to me!
I dabbled with words; I grasped lines better...trying to find my niche to fit in this non eccentric typical world. Teenage was full of romantic diaries and dried up roses hidden within a self-built shell. But architecture gave me the confidence to listen to my heart and break free! And here I am now ---like how I have always wanted to be.
Nobody else could have tolerated me as much as my husband has---for close to twelve years now! Well, counting from the time we started seeing each other back in Architecture College. Luckily, from the same line of work, hence the patience continues. Right after my wedding, I remember my mother jokingly saying to my husband, "The headache is all yours now!!!"
His happiness quietly revolves around steaming idlis for breakfast and rice for each meal and I, who eats only to soothe my rumbling stomach, sometimes cold from the fridge, fail to understand(rather stand) that! Two people too different …
My eccentricity and his equilibrium cancel each other, oiled by creative juices! We argue for hours on how to hang a photo frame in the best possible way…I guess, growing up, hearing such discussions, my toddler, who has a personality of his own right from the first minute of his birth, might just choose to be away from this aesthetic virus .I had always hoped for him to look like me but be like my husband. But he is a totally different combination.A saner version of me and a wilder version of the husband---an unknown mix!
I like to preserve memories in words and photos, sometimes sketches. I love celebrating Life with all bad things cropped off. Only beauty to be preserved. I am told by many, how that isn’t possible. But I try. And I dream on…
Living in this multi-cultural land has given me the perfect balance between personal and professional lives. I continue to juggle a career and motherhood with a dash of art. That brings a quiet sense of satisfaction.
Hence the name – “Quiet Happiness”.
From the time when I was a little girl I always wanted to be all by myself, immersed in a dreamland of my own. I would play with blocks for hours and hours, imagining dream houses .I would sit by the window ,drawing pictures of me and my sister under the same umbrella, holding hands, the cat purring by our feet and a pond full of lotus far behind. My mother fondly recalls finding me in the Principal’s cabin at the age of three, sitting on the glass desk, having filled an entire notebook with drawings till I waited for her to pick me up from the nursery!
My father believed in treating us like grown-ups and hence from a raw age I was drawn to his deep philosophies of the subconscious mind. Maybe the selfless love from my sister, the creative encouragement from my mother and the radical thinking of my father somewhere came together and took me into an imaginative world where I began to express myself through drawing, painting and bits of words scribbled in secret books.
Being left handed, as a child, I always wrote the alphabets as their mirror images. I took me some time to differentiate between drawing and writing back then. Thus some forms on paper became words and I learnt to arrange them. Doodling translated into writing; secretly, I started loving this exercise and so poetry happened to me!
I dabbled with words; I grasped lines better...trying to find my niche to fit in this non eccentric typical world. Teenage was full of romantic diaries and dried up roses hidden within a self-built shell. But architecture gave me the confidence to listen to my heart and break free! And here I am now ---like how I have always wanted to be.
Nobody else could have tolerated me as much as my husband has---for close to twelve years now! Well, counting from the time we started seeing each other back in Architecture College. Luckily, from the same line of work, hence the patience continues. Right after my wedding, I remember my mother jokingly saying to my husband, "The headache is all yours now!!!"
His happiness quietly revolves around steaming idlis for breakfast and rice for each meal and I, who eats only to soothe my rumbling stomach, sometimes cold from the fridge, fail to understand(rather stand) that! Two people too different …
My eccentricity and his equilibrium cancel each other, oiled by creative juices! We argue for hours on how to hang a photo frame in the best possible way…I guess, growing up, hearing such discussions, my toddler, who has a personality of his own right from the first minute of his birth, might just choose to be away from this aesthetic virus .I had always hoped for him to look like me but be like my husband. But he is a totally different combination.A saner version of me and a wilder version of the husband---an unknown mix!
I like to preserve memories in words and photos, sometimes sketches. I love celebrating Life with all bad things cropped off. Only beauty to be preserved. I am told by many, how that isn’t possible. But I try. And I dream on…
Living in this multi-cultural land has given me the perfect balance between personal and professional lives. I continue to juggle a career and motherhood with a dash of art. That brings a quiet sense of satisfaction.
Hence the name – “Quiet Happiness”.
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