I woke up to one of my travel stories published in Sunday Herald - about a lovely walk along the Thames in Henley, England.
In other news, my mother told me that while S and I had been at the movie last evening, she showed Puttachi some of my sketches and paintings and Puttachi was apparently completely floored. "Show me too," I said. "I've completely forgotten what I'd made."
So my mother took out all the sketchbooks and painting books that she has so carefully hidden away, and showed them to me. One of them in particular struck me speechless. Literally. Haven't had that happen to me in a while.
See, this sketch is not perfect, I know. I'm sure an expert will point out a hundred technical mistakes in it. Even to my own untrained eyes, I can see that it is not very symmetrical, and it does not have a good 3D effect. But good enough for someone with no prior experience of sketching. But what I could not, and still cannot believe that there was indeed a time when I had the patience to sit with a sketch and concentrate on doing justice to all the tiny details.
After my speech came back to me, I said, "How jobless I must have been to make this!" I checked the date - and sure enough, I found that I was indeed jobless at that time. It was when I had torn a ligament and was on rest for 6 weeks. And apart from doodling, I haven't made a single serious sketch after this one.
And in case you are wondering, this is the Channakeshava temple at Somanathpura, one of the most beautiful examples of Hoysala architecture, and my personal favourite carved wonder - small, and exquisite.