THAT DAY IN CHILDHOOD
THAT DAY IN CHILDHOOD2 mins 205 2 mins 205
When I was a little child
I accidentally poured ink on a report
That my father maintained
I hid behind the couch fearing
My father's tantrums.
As he returned from work
The first thing he noticed
was the report drained with ink,
His eyes searched for me
And I heard him shout " Carl, just come out from where ever you are?"
The next thing happened,
I was standing before him, my heads laying down
To my surprise,
He did not rebuke me but
He caressed my head and gazed into my eyes
And said "The reports are not more valuable than you, Carl!! So tell me what were you trying to do with the ink??
I apologized first and explained that
I was going to paint the sky on paper with ink.
From that day,
My father bought me colours
And canvas to paint my imagination
I laid my hands in different hues
Painted an empty canvas with
Flowers, monuments, mountains, people of sadness and merriment and so much more.
And now I am not only an artist for the entertainment
But the one who strokes the brush and creates magic in canvas as a fashion illustrator.
The artist in me has bestowed
A possibility of carving
A world from imagination.