Was my dream trapped in the box?At home due to the coronavirus lockdown, I was sitting beside my son. I was feeling a little lost and dismal since salary had stopped and I was pondering on my job and financial aspects.
My son was busy in his drawings and somehow my sight got fixed on his art. I was looking at his colour strokes. At his age, he was playing with the strokes and not worried about how they would go. He was simply enjoying it. He picked up a colour from his colour box and simply poured his heart out on it.
And those strokes took me back 25 - 30 years down the memory lane.
All of a sudden, I remembered the colour box I had. I had a small one with a palette. It had 9 watercolours. I used to love drawing the blue skies and small tick marks. The tick marks were my birds. I loved to draw the river in blue colours. The water used to flow everywhere.
It was like my dream in the colour box. I was free at that time. I had nothing to worry about, apart from my studies. I did not like to study.
I asked my son, what he is drawing? And he said, "sheeeeneeeeriiiiii"! Well, that's the scenery and it made me laugh.
I smiled at his innocence and naivety. Or was it me being too sophisticated?
But I relived my dream with the colour box and the joy in expression. I had been connected to IndiaStudyChannel for some years but have been active only in recent times. But I had read about the article on ways to educate toddlers in one of the articles on this site.
Although I did a lot of painting and colouring, I followed the same for my son after reading this article. And also many few other activities. Maybe he will find his dream in the colour box, as I did.
This is my entry for the School Box Creative Writing Contest