It’s strange how mother and daughter relationships has so much layers. my own relationship with my mother has been a critical one. But interesting enough to remember.
She wasn’t every the caring one, not the one who would talk to me about dresses and be my friend. But she was more of a teacher to me, just like she was in her life to other kids. She was a teacher literally.
My home was less of a home more of a gurukul when i was growing up, my sister and friends were staying over and we were all eating studying and dreaming maths all day long.
I was kind of irritated with the whole situation, but now when my childhood memories are starting to fade, all I remember is this! And this puts a smile in my face. This turned out to be a sweet memory!
This painting reminded me of a time when i got lone time with maa, which i have in my imagination.. may be it never happened in reality! Or may be it has.. who cares… i will take advantage of being an artist, and create my own memories!đŸ¤ª
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