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Can’t Get It Right

I wanted my gift ready for daughter’s birthday. It wasn’t! I was fasting, and didn’t have enough time to complete it with getting up for Sehr, and all the cooking done for Iftari. Then Nola left for a three weeks stay in home country, and I thought of gaining more time to do my painting.

Son looked at my efforts, and wasn’t much impressed. Another one I presented to his highness. So time went by. This one has met with a tiny bit of approval.

While coming back Nola and family missed a flight, and spent an extra day in France. My painting is of my grand daughters in Mauregard.


I can’t throw them away. How can I?

I’m keeping them. They are awful. If I discard them now, how I’m going to know how far I’ve progressed in my efforts? It has only been a month, and yet it seems a life time. Even children are far better than me in it. They automatically know what to do. I wish I had started earlier in my endeavors. I would have got a lot better than the snail pace I’m going through.

I’ll be going to juxtapose. That will definitely show my progress.

Dear readers you must be mystified as to what I’m really doing? I’m trying to dab in water colors. I never knew dealing with brushes would be so hard for me. I used to think it would be easy. It isn’t! First of all, I definitely know they have a mind of their own. How can it be? Aren’t they inert creatures? They are, but in my hands they behave differently.

A single stroke of color, and everything goes wrong. It’s disheartening. Trying to persevere I try again. I have found Son highly supportable. He thinks maybe a time comes his mother’s efforts bear fruit, and her paintings might fetch large sums. I’ve told him it’s unlikely in the near future, and in the far away future too. I know, because I stand at the lowest rung of the ladder, and it will be years before I’m satisfied as to what I paint.

Do you know that Van Gogh didn’t sell a single painting in his life. He went crazy, and killed himself. Isn’t it an irony but one of his painting sold for $81.3 million in November 2017.

Van Gogh’s 1889 landscape, “Laboureur dans un champ” Source: Christie’s.


Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt


Skills I Need

I Got Skills
If you could choose to be a master (or mistress) of any skill in the world, which skill would you pick?


Getting by the skills, I already have

The ones I need, are the icing on a cake

To paint, DIY, and to play a piano, or guitar

Are the few, I would love to partake



Daily Prompt: The Eighth Sin
Remember the seven cardinal sins? You’re given the serious task of adding a new one to the list — another trait or behavior you find particularly unacceptable, for whatever reason. What’s sin #8 for you? Why?

Sadequain’s painting. A verse from the Quran, Surah Al Rahman:
“Then which of the favors of your Lord will ye deny?”
(Sadequain was an artist from Pakistan. He was one of the greatest).

For me the eighth sin is “not to be grateful to God”.

We forget that whatever we have is from God alone.

We don’t appreciate what we have. We don’t acknowledge, don’t show thankfulness to God. We don’t realize our blessings on day to day bases.

Let’s give thanks to God.


Van Gogh’s Sunflowers

Daily Prompt: Living Art
One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?


My first visit to US was in Dec 1992. In Jan 93, I visited my sister, who lives in Long Island, New York. She took me to the Outlet Malls. In those days, I used to be crazy at buying things for my home.

One of those were, two sets of coasters. Each set had six coasters. All of them had Vincent Van Gogh’s paintings on them.

While I parted with quite a number of things (after my husband’s death), I still have those coasters. On one of them is Van Gogh’s famous painting of a vase with Sunflowers in it.

I was expecting some guests for dinner. After getting every thing ready, I made myself presentable. I came to check upon the Pulao (rice), which was cooking on low heat.

I saw a vase with Sunflowers in it on the table. I was perplexed, and kept wondering, from where it had come. I felt that I had seen it before. I had totally forgotten the coaster, which had the painting on it.

The guests came. They did ask me, “how come I was having Sunflowers in winter”. I made some excuse, or the other, which I don’t remember.

After the guests went away, I did the cleanup, and went to bed.

Next morning I checked, the vase with the flowers had gone.

(Part true, part fiction)

Van Gogh’s Sunflowers

A Dream Unfinished

Daily Prompt: Practice Makes Perfect?
Tell us about a talent you’d love to have…..but don’t. Show Talent.

Would love to be an artist
Would be happy as a lark
Following my dream
Sitting in a park

O God, let me draw
Drawing for fun
What a talent it’ll be
When I am done

How can it be?
Should find time for it
Drawing and painting
Till I am fit

Practice makes perfect
My dream will go on
Drawing for recreation
Till I am gone

A Dream Unfinished
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