Oil on canvas sized 8 by 20 inches( diptych). As I pulled and pushed the paint around, I was slowly departing from realism. But it did give a sense of freedom!
Being a frequent flyer for the last several years, I always take a window seat to enjoy the clouds, their patterns and the light falling on them, making them look like shining jewels.
Well this time, I looked at them with a different perspective..I was bidding a final good bye to Mumbai where I lived for the last few years. We came across many beautiful people during these years.. Some of them made a big difference in our lives while we could bring in some good times in the lives of many. The most missed one being our car driver who tried to teach me the local language Marathi till the last day, which I could never learn ! The irony is that I may not meet any of them( except for one who has promised to visit me) again in my life though I will remember them for ever.
As I looked out of the window at the clouds with a heavy heart, they looked stationary. But in reality, they were passing.
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