My Heaven...

Graduations are like trains...they take you from one station to another station in your life...As I graduated I had bid adieu the warm company of my friends, protection of my teachers and the comfort of my room.

My room was my heaven where I spent so much time exploring myself. It was my identity. It was a witness to my true emotions. In my room I cried, smiled, laugh, danced, sang, fell in love, criticized, analysed, introspected, felt anger, sadness, joy and  was exposed to all other emotions without being conscious of the people around me. It knew me as I am...

And when the end came,i t tore my heart to pack everything and leave my heaven...

This post is dedicated to my heaven and its memories...

















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back to the blogging world with the story of the missing goblet..




When I saw this goblet on the shelf of a shop I knew I had to paint on it...n so i made a skyline using fabric paints on it...n i also made tiny windows so that when u light a candle inside the goblet...the widows would  light up....it looked really beautiful...n it was a farewell gift for one of my favorite junior- Aishwarya Nathan but sadly it got lost during packing n I couldn't give it to her...

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