You never know when and where it strikes.
You never know how it comes to you, disguised in the form of a chipping trunk of a mammoth tree, The heart shaped lips of a fashion model, the crooked bend of a curvy path or even a remote control clutter on the coffee table.
To me it came today, in the form of an anonymous comment, calling my works fresh and original.
Thanks to the poster!
So a bunch of thanks with a capital T are in order.
Thanks to Lahari, Thanks to Ravi, Thanks to Krishna Kumar Uncle, Thanks to Satya, To Nalini, To Ram, To Sindhu and to everyone who treads this path and looks at my childish , stupid and meaningless blabbering as art,poetry and prose.
To each and everyone of you, I am most sincerely thankful.
(Makes me realise how a pair of eyes that can look at something can change its form from petty to pretty)
i wonder why do you define yourself as aarti's mom? I am sure your daughter is the apple of your eyes but you are much more than that.
ReplyDeleteI do not look at it as a definition. It is just a part of me that I am proud abt as a relatively new mom.
ReplyDeleteI keep changing my names BTW.
This is an art and is one of a kind! To be able to express oneself is something everyone cannot do so artistically.
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