Arrey Yaar: It is the Letter ‘A’
The Letter ‘A’
Art crosses the contours of all things creative and logical. There was a time, I was dead sure I was going to become an artist because as far as my memories take me to my past in flashback, I remember that little girl seated in a corner with her art book drawing away all that came to her mind. Images buried in the deep recesses of my subconscious mind or maybe, imaginary – they all gave me the joy that any form of art can ever give a person lost in the mundane activities of a sedentary life.
And, I spared no one. Not even that sparsely haired uncle who decided to give us a visit just when I had begun to get bored. So, into my bedroom I ran, brought out my colors and of course my art book and sat down like those artists on the pavement trying hard to sell a painting or a sketch. And before the visitor left he was sure to get a sketch of himself not exactly in a very complimentary manner but then, I was an artist in the mind, not to ignore the fact that I was a little girl trying hard to put her time to good use instead of running around the house or pulling pranks on visitors!
As time passed my art drifted into the all happening realm of poetry. And I wrote with a vengeance leaving behind those little images from the past only to discover that the images in my poetry reflected a piece of artistry that had not been indifferently discarded behind as I had presumed. In every verse that I read of a well-known poet I could see a little girl or boy seated in the corner trying to create a world of colors, sketches and writing – altogether contributing to the final unsurpassed piece of art.