K2 returned home from school, complaining of pain. He immediately made this drawing to show the intensity of the pain.....red being intense, purple a little less so. The green is his hair. I am intrigued that he thinks so visually, instead of describing the pain in words.


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When I first met Prasad, he had a pad and pencil; and since then, I have rarely seen him without something to do with his artistic endeavours.


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The young daughter pours the oblation of ghee into the sacred fire of the "havan"...and her tears pour down her tender young face.

My own eyes fill as I see the sorrow of the toughest part of growing up. If Agni and Swaha do not take her love up to her father, surely those twin streams of salt and grief will do so.


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I think it's a human trait to introduce an aesthetic appeal into the most mundane tasks imaginable. Surely, one would not think twice about the peanuts one purchases from the pushcart vendors, whose paper cones are getting so slender that they may accommodate only a few groundnuts.


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A drew "sight words" (words that need not be spelt out but just recognized) in this drawing, and asked KTB to look for them.


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Boodi Ma's writing and art are progressing very well, now that she's started kindergarten.


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As I came by bus into Linkoping, I caught sight of this very large hoop adorning one of the roundabouts:


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Here is my post about the afternoon

Here

is a great way to identify artists, for all of us Philistines who can't tell a Michaelangelo from a mudpack! I laughed all the way through.