My world of creation :

If I want a bird to sit on the branch of a tree in my courtyard all I can do is wait, wait and wait. So is the creation for me . The images in the garb of myriad hues hover onto my canvas from the brink of my sub-conscience. Purity of the imageries is perceivable in successive sojourns. The factor of efforts diminishes in every flight. Images of females, birds and trees dominate my canvases. Female is the complete me. I am because the female is . The birds and trees trickled down to my psyche in my early childhood in the environs of Uttarakhand. Creation is an odyssey my being culminating into ecstasy that is what we all are existing for.

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