I haven't written anything I even remotely like for the longest time. I've been painting lots and lots. big and small canvases. I have realised that I have no real skill but what I do have is the ability to love. I love to allow paint to move on it's own and mix with different colours, flow with water like fish in an quarium I once had. It was a birthday present, first one after our marriage. We moved to Dubai and the aquarium ended up taking a ride in Mukul's backseat all over town finally ending it's journey at the watchman's house.
I digress. That I think is the one constant factor or flaw in my thought process. So I went to IKEA today and bought a few things. I like the process of assessing what I need and what I must have. It's the difference between need and want. Shopping is like an intricate dance that a woman does. Sometimes shop assistants join in. You look at everything which sometimes becomes a blur and yet your eye manages to focus on exactly the things you are likely to buy. So you like the strappy shoes but you could never wear that heel. The perfect heel has an imperfect price. So on and so forth.
You waltz in and out of stores till your shopping shoes get tired. You walk out bearing bags of things. Strangely disappointed. Post shopping depression should be looked into. The guilt is not too far away either.
I get so exhausted everytime I shop that I need an hour's sleep to recuperate. Shopping is good but painting is better and shopping for paints is the very best.