Yellow

I remember shutting myself inside a room with student colours, papers and brushes in rainy holidays and stepping out of ruined floors with blotches of colours in my hands and knees. But sketching human figure was my favourite. And particularly I loved to draw eyes and lips really can’t explain how it happened but out lines of eyes and lips would appear in my papers ITSELF….I would catch a pencil and look at paper and I would see shiny magic white lines guiding me….if I wanted it other way like a little puckered lips or sad eyes it would change likewise, immediately. . Now it happens no more.


Since I joined nursing I had an anatomy to draw. Intestines, livers, hearts...Nutritions: .spinach, potatoes, oil cans, alcohol, and cigrettes…….Lifestyle modification: Fowler’s position: knee chest position, midwifery…….. Relation of head and pelvis…phew! My brows frowned even when I saw my mates drawing. And paper no longer does the miracle. I almost lost my interest in sketching completely.


My obsession did that miracle. Those were my pink days, unsure yet so sweet. Those days where I lost my passion for sketching were blue and white but as a whole I consider them orange. It’s good my bad days are black coz even I turn back and watch them I can see nothing and nothing. My tomorrow is always white…….most confusing .Today? I guess I am red and .......