Most probably I was at class 4 . One Sunday morning I first went to drawing class . On that very first day quite naturally I was tensed . I entered the classroom. Few girls and boys was already seated on the ground. I silently sat beside a girl. I can't specify her name - Ruma or Anindita but both became my good friends afterwards .
There was a big blackboard and I saw a big Scarecrow has already drawn on
the board ! I remained spellbound for few moments. Is this what I have to draw on the first day of drawing clas??! A Scarecrow???? Gosh !
Then I noticed two of our sirs- one of whom I already knew, Shantanu Sir. The other one is Soumitra Sir - My first Crush... he hheh he he.. ( I did not know what crush is, but now I am sure). Till now I become nervous When I meet him.. :P
We used to celebrate Saraswati Puja every year. But all the interest always lays on the making of the idol. One year, sirs made the idol by lamps of clay . It was wao !
They used to arrange exhibitions at college square and we, the students submitted our best pictures for that.
Gradually I fall in love with drawing and also with friends.
I miss that colors most , the charm, the atmosphere, almost everything. Those classes helped me to gather courage and also gave confidence that , I am also able to do something , to create something.
When at class 10, I left the class. I was really depressed then. And most painful thing is I didn't know that very day was my last day at class. Those classes made my sun days very very special.
And now my fingers trembles. I forgot.. how to draw, how to hold brushes , how to paint.
I don't want to forget the experience but I don't trust my memory , that's the reason I wrote the above thing.
Today is also a sunday.. and I don't know what to say more... :P
Warning : Read at your own risk.. :)
With Love,
Piya.
