Well, I made an art after quite a long time. When I do whatever my heart wants, enclose myself into the world I created of my own, I feel a sense of calmness and serenity in me. The feeling is incredible! I still remember those days when I used to be filled with art and proudly called myself an “artist”. Every inch of my skin had something productive in it. I could be called a dancer, a painter, a singer, all over a perfect package. I just don’t know when it all faded into just a piece of memory. When I look back to the costumes and jewelries I had bought because of my stage, ages ago, I engross into some world of long lost dream ! When I look back to those thrown away, torn pieces of art work I made as a child, I crave to go back and relive those times. Times where less complicated then.
Well I am blessed with the sweetest boyfriend listening to all my complains the whole day without a word. I sometimes feel I must have irritated him so much but he doesn’t seem to feel the same way. He is such a darling.
Back home I do not feel the same. Four months of my college life, away from home, away from strict rule book of my parents, I could feel myself to be myself. I could feel who I really am, how I really am. I used to loiter the whole day, yet keeping all my tasks done. Yes, ofcourse sometimes I used to forget to wash a cup or a bowl which ultimately made a home for green looking weird algae. But yeah, I was quite a responsible child in most of the cases. I realized bathing everyday wasn’t a necessity and was a sheer waste of time. infact I had a better way to use that time, dozing off! Isn’t that better?
Well today I had nothing much to write except for that I had spent the whole day calling my boyfriend which made me feel so much better. I have even completed a painting a half an hour ago which left me so much satisfied. In all, I could say, today was a productive day in all….
A Beginner's Dream 