A Clandestine Affair!
I am baited and hooked forever. Smitten to the core. Now there is no looking back. To come to think of it, I have been waiting for this my whole life. Yes, it is a clandestine affair. An affair to continue and cherish. A tryst with paint and palette. Dates with my canvas and aisle. A rendezvous with Art. Nothing gets me more charged up than the loving stokes of brushes on canvas and caresses of the palette knives. The golden orb of the rising sun and the pensive melancholy mood of the same setting star all seems so artistic now. I think God has his own little affair going on the side with colours as well. Cascading waves of the bottomless oceans and those tiny boats sailing in the distant horizon now catch my senses with a different mood. Casting shadows of trees in the twilight. Luminance of street lights on a stormy night. All the things which seemed eerie once upon a time, are a mesmerizing delight to me now. I want to paint it all. I want to imprint the moments deep within