A Few line of Rabindranath Tagore resurfaces in my mind as I pen down my thoughts about my creation- The Bird of the fairyland resting in my childhood dream, is captured in my lines. A strange face uninvited hovers before my brush In order to touch the tangible distant dream I keep on painting. My canvas becomes vibrant with hues just like god paints the firmament at his own whim. In my painting there is neither social or political complication nor the reflection of starvation or deprivation. My thoughts and reflection are trans formed into and abode of peace in my canvas.