She reminds me of the women i grew up with.
Who wore soft linen sarees which were almost as soft as the clouds.
They weren’t perfect, rather came with many thing which I don’t agree today.. but when i look back i see them.. surviving the situation they were placed in. Acting accordingly. How they could have or they managed, they had their own language in their battles.
I often liked them to see them in the afternoon.. sitting, singing, listening to music, reading, and getting lost in her own world.
This painting was a little memory of a woman, someone like our mothers, listening to radio may be! Let’s leave that to our imagination!! and thinking of something completely different as her face tells.
And her soft linen saree of earthy colours.
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