A Piece of Me
The title may sound a bit weird, but read on. It was a lazy night after an early-dinner. The news channels had found their new prey and were having a great time picking at the fallen idols, and driving viewers crazy in the process. It's been a long time since I did anything creative, so I went hunting on my daughter's table (that is where all the creative stuff is treasured these days). Luckily I managed to find a black drawing pen in the huge treasure trunk. Being Janmashtami day, I sat to draw a quick portrait of my beloved Little Krishna. There was a time when as a child I adored drawing Krishna pictures, he is just so cute I would say. And as I grew up the lazy me moved on to Lord Ganesha, the flexible God who could take shape with just a few curved lines and strokes. The portrait was quick, but I didn't like the result. So I called the little art expert for comments. She looked at me with a smirk, and said give it to me I'll make it right. As usual I