The Public Diary

I unashamedly admit that I am homesick.  And the lockdown is only aiding that feeling. I know people these days need a chance to get out of the home to visit that newly opened eating place or to be at the popular hot spot of the city. I'm not saying I don't like doing such things but I think it involves a lot of effort to actually get ready. (Don't label me as a lazy girl because I believe I'm not.); or to find any newness in the same place that you've been to multiple times. I think I should stop now because mother nature will not forgive me otherwise for not admiring serenity. I find social gatherings a bit boring. One has to greet so many people smilingly, some you know and some you're trying to remember. Lately, I went to the wedding of a cousin in a village. I haven't stayed in the village for more than one month, that too when I was a kid. Therefore, I don't know many faces. Even if I knew some, they have undergone facial changes with ...

I think I've said enough about my painting skills than they actually are. I've started getting demands now.  That too for free. I must have drawn 2-3 sketches of people whom I know personally. (Should I include the sketch of a relative that I had drawn casually when I was in 3rd or 4th standard, the copy of which is not with me now and I doubt if even the object of the drawing must be having? I guess it was meant for the trashes of a recycling factory.)  Someone else forwarded a picture to me on WhatsApp months back, I knew I would take longer than expected to complete it. In fact, I doubted if I'll be able to bring it into existence given the terrible speed of drawing that I've, unlike the natural artists who take minutes to make sketches of people, making the apt strokes in the first attempt. (People usually stamp their drawings with the date it was drawn on. In my case, I get confused as to which date should be put onto them as I take multiple days.) Thankfully, I sa...