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Yellow glow💛
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The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember how does it come to my hand.I was just blank as an empty box,Where did i go? where did i come from?Where was this masterpiece had been there so long??......
My childhood days was not amazing with baloons and birthday gifts.My birthday was just an another ordinary days in my life.I lost my innocence when i first got my jealousy over my friend who wore a beautiful frock on her birthday.She was looking so pretty with a gorgeous pearly dress with a cute band on her head.And that was the day where i first saw a cake in a doll shape...it was beautiful and also delicious.After seeing that every year I'll get 5 rupees from my grandma and go get a bun and I'll cut cake for myself😔And my life was below middle class range.Days crumbled and when i stepped into school,I faced many difficulties just because i don't have any identity.My father is a shoe maker who earns just 50-100rs a day and my mom was a housemaid who earns 2000 a month.I stepped into the college through merit.My college students were very proud of them not because they are talented nor creative just by holding their fathers name behind their name.Most of the student's father was doctors,lawyers, judges, police,business in abroad,contractors and so on.Just imagine my space among them?it was really hurtful.
I love to shade my notes using my pencil all the time...whenever i feel happy,tensed,sad,confused, excited any emotions I'll take my pencil and shade where is place no matter floor or notebook or wall.This made me feel better.Students in my college used to mock at me saying i don't have any identity and mocks at my dads job also.That time i decided to create a identity not only for me but also to my family.I tried my art of pencil sketching during intercollegiates and also in departmental functions....i grapped all the oppurtunity and platforms to showcase my talents. And finally i had a suprise of visting my own yellow art of mine in an National gallery where my name was penned under my art.That time i felt so happy and praised god for what he has made in my life.
I took my art in my hands and i realised that this is my masterpiece and God made me to do this.I was wondering where was my talent so far??Where did this art come from??And i came out the shell to reveal my mask and stood proud with my identity ❤
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember how does it come to my hand.I was just blank as an empty box,Where did i go? where did i come from?Where was this masterpiece had been there so long??......
My childhood days was not amazing with baloons and birthday gifts.My birthday was just an another ordinary days in my life.I lost my innocence when i first got my jealousy over my friend who wore a beautiful frock on her birthday.She was looking so pretty with a gorgeous pearly dress with a cute band on her head.And that was the day where i first saw a cake in a doll shape...it was beautiful and also delicious.After seeing that every year I'll get 5 rupees from my grandma and go get a bun and I'll cut cake for myself😔And my life was below middle class range.Days crumbled and when i stepped into school,I faced many difficulties just because i don't have any identity.My father is a shoe maker who earns just 50-100rs a day and my mom was a housemaid who earns 2000 a month.I stepped into the college through merit.My college students were very proud of them not because they are talented nor creative just by holding their fathers name behind their name.Most of the student's father was doctors,lawyers, judges, police,business in abroad,contractors and so on.Just imagine my space among them?it was really hurtful.
I love to shade my notes using my pencil all the time...whenever i feel happy,tensed,sad,confused, excited any emotions I'll take my pencil and shade where is place no matter floor or notebook or wall.This made me feel better.Students in my college used to mock at me saying i don't have any identity and mocks at my dads job also.That time i decided to create a identity not only for me but also to my family.I tried my art of pencil sketching during intercollegiates and also in departmental functions....i grapped all the oppurtunity and platforms to showcase my talents. And finally i had a suprise of visting my own yellow art of mine in an National gallery where my name was penned under my art.That time i felt so happy and praised god for what he has made in my life.
I took my art in my hands and i realised that this is my masterpiece and God made me to do this.I was wondering where was my talent so far??Where did this art come from??And i came out the shell to reveal my mask and stood proud with my identity ❤
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