A few things created a deep ripple in thought process and a normal relaxed mind didn't understand when the tea ended, the taste absent in the brain register and so was warmth. Uthi uthi ba changed to majhe maher and my my mind was finding it hard to concentrate on the usual appealing highs and lows of pt. Bheemsen Joshi. After the song ended, I switched off the playlist only to start it again. Rereading a mediocre book that I kept away.
After a rather dwarf like structure of pattcharitra which looked rather a monster than a pleasant to the eye, I kept my pencil and got up to do what I had got so many days back. A cheaper piece of canvas from dollar store and an idea. And slowly I got immersed in it. With the folk art that showed a few dancing, a few giving the beats, and I came out of the trance only after I heard Pilla's excited voice as he does when when he gets up. Given a chance this guy would never sleep. I looked down at the canvas to see outlines idea. I had got the blueprint and now just a choice of colors. This painting had surely brought me out of the monologus questions that my mind was continiously badgering me with. My mind did have questions now but strangely the badgering had stopped. I breathed hard as I smiled as I hummed the song from Pilla's online music class "the more we get together the happier we will be..."
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