Reflow my life…

I was recently overwhelmed by a comment from one of my friend that she liked the way I use to sketch during my teen years. And moreover that gave her some inspiration to what she own a name of repute as a successful Interior Designer in Dubai now. My sketches and scribbling that has almost vanished with time inspired her.

Small words but makes a very big difference to me. I see sketches of Azam and feel inspired to reignite the passion, the passion that gave me sleepless nights. In the middle of the night I use to wake up to find myself sketching or painting something. My passion landed me a KG (kilogram, as I have lost the count now) of certificates and good name in my town, but it seems the fame was short lived. I moved to Hyderabad, for my MBA, almost seven years back to drain myself of all my ill habits.

I am way beyond my commitment to Ruby, that whenever I restart and re-flow my life, her eyes will be the first I will sketch down. Why her eyes? Because her eyes help me gain strength when I am lost in the dreary desert of reasoning. It was also a sheer coincidence that I knew her in my mind’s eye and had sketched her eyes almost eight years before I met her. I lost that sketch but found the inspiration behind.

So, its time of reckoning. What say?

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