On a summer trip to maternal grandparents’ place and on the bugging of a cousin to draw stuff, I discovered something for the first time, my love for sketching. The love that was uncovered in those holidays in an unexpected fashion, blossomed into a stronger one over the coming years.
The memories of nudging Nana as a child to get charts of all colours, cutting them and folding into greeting cards, sketching and colouring on them, to turn them into new year and birthday cards, the memories of trying to draw everything that is there at home, ranging from stickers on the fridge to calendars on the wall, the memories of spending endless hours with pencils, sketch pens, water colours and brushes, all of them have etched a permanent place for themselves.
As the further years of my education demanded more time for academics and I parted more and more from this hobby, it took a back seat in my list of priorities. With college and professional life coming into picture, newer stuff seemed to keep me occupied. I did get sometime for myself in a phase of life, where I wasn’t working and didn’t have many responsibilities. But the current me can’t figure out the actual reason for not rekindling the old love in that phase.
Of the many things that I have been trying out in this lockdown, sketching is one of them. A picture on whatsapp status attracted my attention and I so badly wanted to try that.

Working on this listening to the songs of Krishna, specially the Achyutam Keshavam one, was so therapeutic that I enjoyed the whole process immensely.
Inspired by what that did to me, I did couple of more sketches as and when I found some time and then maybe looking at this obsession, cousin gifted me a sketch book for Rakhi.
The itch to draw more has multiplied further on receiving this gift and I chose this as my first page to make an auspicious beginning.

Picking up the sketch book and trying out different sketches is my standard time pass these days. It recharges me as well as gives me a kind of satisfaction that can’t be put into words.
The latest one that made an entry yesterday, into the book is the one below.

The hands keep itching to do more, but there’s also something called reality that makes other things call out to me…
Hope I get able enough to squeeze out time to satisfy my itch amidst everything around me !