❣ Encounter ❣

Please check out the previous chapter first if you didn't read --->Chapter 1

Chapter~2

❄Stranger❄

Ayesha couldn't sleep well at nights because she used to get bad dreams , they were frightening like monsters . Occassionally early in the morning she used to find herself waking up sobbing ,with tears in her eyes. This morning again, a bad dream jolted her back from sleep. It's Sunday ,this day every week she never used to spend with family but she used to go to library. She picked up her phone to check the time --- 8.30 a.m. On Sundays she never set alarm nor anybody used to wake her up. She lazily freshened up and went downstairs. The morning she spent helping Mrs. Dutta in kitchen , made breakfast . Then leaning on the sofa watched highlights of previous night's football match with uncle and as usual, had a huge argument where she supports Madrid but uncle is a Barcelona fan. It was always a never-ending fight between them. Time seemed to fly rapidly when Mr, Dutta and Ayesha used to spent time in that living room having the telly on, in their own, separate couch that Mr. Dutta recently bought and announced it to be his favorite, that left Ayesha the old sofa but she used to find it comfortable so she never really complained. Weekends were always fun,Mr Dutta used to call it 'house-full, because when Mr. Dutta used to come to sped his holidays , Mrs. Dutta  always looked delightfully excited and used to cook delicious dishes and Ayesha liked spending time with them so much that she, especially on sundays used to get very little time in her room sitting on the bed alone like the other days.  After having lunch Ayesha went to room, took her purse, diary, phone in her black leather backpack which was very old but still kicking.

She went out late today .

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It was 4.00 . When she put on her usual black sneakers and came outside it was already cloudy and colder , no trace of sunlight anywhere . Winter in Shillong is very cold and dry. Though it was February....springtime there , that year winter must have decided to stay longer . Ayesha had come from a place that is hot and humid most of the year so it's been hard for her to adapt to the climate in Shillong. Ayesha liked cloudy days as long as it was not windy unlike that day. She didn't wanna walk in the cold so she took a bus .
It's a local library, senior citizens in their locality set up a club room big enough to fit 18 bookcases filled with different books in different languages . There are sci-fi section, horror, mystery, adventure in thr corners of the hall, from Sherlock to Shakespeare -one could find anything here. At the end of hall and right on the opposite of the main door there were books of the greatest classic tales of authors around the world  The library has been there for seven years , few days ago, they replaced old ,wooden tables with new ones with lamps on them, they were kept in the middle of the hall. A new, young librarian could be seen, sitting at a table near the door.

 There is a delightful sound in silence. Both in her rooftop accommodation and here Ayesha liked the quietness and calmness around her - only the sound of pages and the very familiar smell of old books..... perfect place to get lost in the world of words .
She entered the best seller section ,in farthermost corner where recently a wonderful, large painting of Umiam lake has been hung on the wall .  Last sunday , she saw few New York bestselling novels arrived. In this corner the shelves were new,wooden and newly arrived books were juxtaposed , so it didn't take her long to find the book she had been looking for.
 It's the era of internet, so she had already read the pdf of this book. She picked the book, the blue paperback cover said THE FAULT IN OUR STARS by JOHN GREEN , Ayesha leaned on the wall ,held up the book and started reading the preface and the reviews . Few minutes passed. Ayesha was just about to turn the page over after finishing the review , when a husky voice startled her, "reality triumps over love".  Ayesha was so much into the book that she didn't notice a guy was standing behind her looking at the book. She turned around and took a few steps back because in order to see what book she was reading the guy came close to her.
"How long have you been standing there?" Ayesha asked .
"Sorry didn't mean to frighten you . I was curious to know what book you were reading. It looked familiar." He replied.
Ayesha took a good look at him now, the guy was almost six feet tall, pale skinned. He was wearing a black shirt making him look fairer. The guy was looking at Ayesha therefore she could see his big black eyeballs , pointed nose and sharp jawline that tapered to a pointed chin, was making him so good-looking.
He leaned a little towards Ayehsa and said ," I believe you like reading these kind of romantic books,miss."
Ah! His voice.
Ayesha can't remember hearing such soft yet manly voice before. Instead of answering Ayesha asked," have you read this book?"
"Yes, but I don't usually like such painful ending in love stories. "
" I like the writing. I don't have any liking in particular , no matter what the story is , I appreciate the writers' skills, how they draw the characters and cone up with so many exceptionally awesome stories."
"So , she is a bookworm." he said while running his hand on the book he was holding in his hand .
Ayesha tried to sneak a peek at the book from her glasses ---- ARMS AND THE MAN.
"Bernard Shaw." She smirked.
Suddenly he got excited ,maybe he was waiting for Ayesha to notice his book,"You know what I like about this book?"
Ayesha sat at a table. Not more than 8 people including Ayesha were in the library, so it was very quiet. It made a loud noise as soon as the guy dragged the chair and sat down right next to her and put his book in front of Ayesha ,said," read this"pointing at a sentence written on the cover of the book ---- "an antiromantic comedy in three acts"
Ayesha smiled and looked at him, he was smilingly staring at Ayesha.
Oh! Even the lines on his cheeks when he smiles are so attractive that she got lost for few seconds.
"So what's the story that made you like this book so much or you just like it because it's antiromantic." She said.
" You are highly mistaken if you're thinking of it as a not-very-romantic story. This is a classic play about the serbia-bulgarian war where the author tells the story of a serbian soldier falling for the fiance of a bulgarian officer and how in the end  love conquered. You should read this book " He said and pushed the book towards her.
Ayesha said, " Never read Bernard Shaw, but it sounds like a great plot. " Ayesha picked up the book.
"This time, why don't you take home this book. You'll love it. The play has classic taste with pinch of sweet 'falling in love moments' between the characters. Trust me. This is just the book you want to read." He sounded confident.
He smilingly rolled up his sleeve (his veins on mascular arms were showing )and ran his fingers through his perfectly backbrushed hair. When a normal looking guy does it, usually that never catches our attention..... But when it's a terribly handsome man who's paying all his attention to Ayesha and at the same time he's got a great taste in books does...well , it made her heart skip a beat .
Ayesha was hesitant. He noticed that .

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" I never said I'm an antiromantic reader. I just don't like the sad partings, where one leaves and the other live rest of the life in agony waiting for the lover to come back in spite of knowing that love has left once and for all. No thanx. I'm rather happy with how this book ends." He said .
" Then, how does it end ? Are you satisfied with Shaw's ending ? " Ayesha immediately asked.
" How this play ends....that is for you to find out. But I'm overwhelmed by the way their love bound them and ,the play? It has got all the interesting victuals for a reader's hunger." He answered.
For next few minutes, they were silent, because the guy was replying to a text while Ayesha decided to go through the classic play which she already started to find interesting after being told about it so well.
" I'll tell you the plot summary. But, before that can we take this conversation to a coffee table? I hope you know the cafe across the street?" He asked.
There was indeed a cafe near , Ayesha noticed so many times , people especially couples going in but never went there because she's always come to the library alone and when it's a cafe she prefers to go in with a companion.
Ayesha smiled, " I'd rather read the book and find it out by myself. Thanx." She got up and picked the book .
Ayesha went to keep the other book back in shelf. She thought the guy had already left but she found him still standing near the table when she headed for the door.
" you're still here?" She asked.
" Where are my manners...." He smiled," I'm really sorry. I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Armaan. Armaan Ahuja. It was nice to meet you,miss ." He said.
"Ayesha, you can call me Ayesha. Nice to meet you too." It was late and it was getting colder and she didn't have her sweater in her bag today.
" How will I know if you liked the book or not? Afterall I suggested it." Armaan eagerly waited for her to answer.
" I come here every Sunday. " Ayesha replied .
" Ok then. I'd love to hear the book review , next Sunday, same time but the place will be just across the road." It took Ayesha few seconds to understand that he meant the cafe.
Ayesha didn't say much cause she had to rush, " See you . And thanks for the book." She said and left in hurry . After crossing the road she saw, he was still looking at her standing at the library's main gate, she smiled as much convincingly as she could. 
© By Kinjala chaudhuri
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❣ Encounter ❣

Chapter~1

 ❆ Ayesha's Story ❆

Like every other day, Ayesha put her glasses on the table and sat by the window wearily and looked out. it was her favorite time of the day. Just before dusk, when the last sunlight of the day reflects below the horizon, the rays of sunlight are clearly seen coming through the clouds , making it look like a painting outside the window .There was only a grassland  outside this portion of the house , hence it was a wide, magnificent view of the sun kissing the hills and dusk falling over the town. Ayesha closed her eyes and sighed. Ayesha turned 24 last week, yet she hadn't grown even one inch taller than five feet , made her really upset sometimes. Ayesha was introvert, shy girl so the attic has become her  beautiful, little world. She used to live with her aunt in Shillong. It was a family of three until Ayesha was sent here when she was 14. It was her parental uncle's house and her room once used to belong to uncle's son , Purav who resented her for taking away his room.

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She used to live in Kolkata with her parents. She was the only child . Ayesha's father used to work in a factory as a mechanic.  With his insufficient salary, their family was  happy. She was 13 when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. She was too young to know how fatal the disease was or what the upshot could be. Her mother was kept under the supervision of doctors and also had to undergo a surgery. Doctors said it was caused by a tumor in her left chest. It used to cause chest ache which she completely ignored and it resulted in cancer. Treatment was expensive so his father had to borrow a large amount money from various lenders in order to save Ayesha's mother though everybody knew all the effort was not of any use. She kept fighting with cancer for several months, her body kept aching more and more as time passed, even after receiving chemotherapy her body gave up and she passed away in the hospital bed. Ayesha saw everything, her mother struggling, crying every time she saw Ayesha at the hospital, longing to go back home till the moment she took her last breath. Ayesha saw her mother's eyes full of desire to live.

That was a hard time for her and her father. Few days after the funeral, Ayesha became 14. In her mother’s absence  ,she used to take care of all the household works. Father used to work overtime. So Ayesha gradually learnt to stay alone at home. Every time she got scared or feel lonely, she used to comfort herself , saying "one day, everything will be fine."

But, nothing was fine. The worst was yet to come. Her father was running into debts. Lenders were putting pressure on him, few young boys used to come home often and shout at him, asking him for the debt repayment.  Ayesha used to see all this happening from behind the kitchen door. Father was miserable.

There was always awful silence in the house. When , winter came that year, father decided to send Ayesha to her uncle's place . Ayesha happily agreed when dad said , " why don't go spend few days at your uncle's ?"

" Really? " She smiled.

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They were sitting on a torn mat on the roof, father was having tea and Ayesha was gladly looking at him. Not everyday father takes time of his work and relaxes and talks to her like this. But little did she know that father was fired for he could not pay the money back which he took from office, moreover this poor man yelled and cried out of agony and grief .

“Your uncle is coming, tomorrow. I have already talked to him. Your better start packing now. And make sure you take everything with you. All your necessities.  “He patted her back and said, “It’s going to be a long vacation."

Ayesha's smile faded away,"you are not coming?"

"No. Father has to go to work. He cannot take leave now."

“For how many days?" Ayesha asked.

"Huh?"

"For how long will I stay there?" Ayesha repeated.

“For few weeks....just go, enjoy, live with your uncle and aunt. You will have your brother there, you won't be lonely. No workloads and only fun. Only work and no fun has made my baby so unhappy. So I decided to send you there. "

"Send me ? What do you mean by that? You will live alone? Take care of the house and do all the work by yourself? You hardly can do a work or cook. I won't leave you. No." Ayesha shouted.

"You will go . Don't forget I am the one who makes the decisions and you will do as I say and that's final. And it is for your own good. "That was the first time she saw her father so angry and sad.

Ayesha still remember the next day when uncle came to take her , she was not crying, she was angry, her father was sending her away on purpose.

So many years have passed, she had turned 24 now. Father used to call sometimes , once in a week , then twice in a month, then suddenly stopped calling her. She knew uncle and father talks on the phone often but it's been so long since uncle heard from him. Ayesha often smiled looking at herself in the mirror ..."quite a vacation".

Shillong is a one of the smallest states in the northeastern part of India. The city lies in the middle of plateau surrounded by rolling hills, that once used to remind the Europeans of Scotland. That's why it is also  called 'Scotland of the east'.

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Uncle had a little house in Shillong. It was one storeyed brick masonry, making it look like a bungalow with a front porch ,a wide space decorated with aunt's flower pots and few vegetables she planted. This was the house where father spent his childhood days with his parents and brothers, therefore, one portion in the front of the house where the kitchen ends , the bricks were broken, the soil was craggy and there was a swing-set once that fell into disuse, had  collected rust in all these years. Main road was outside the metal gate at the entrance and  grassland on the opposite side of the house. The road ended at the house then the extensive meadow went  straight down to the foot of Meghalayan hills.

Ayesha liked the room .It's a small yet cozy space tucked away on the roof. It had a children's bed comfortable enough for Ayesha at the end of the room on the left of door.  There was a dormer window on the opposite of door , used to provide a great view of the widespread meadow meeting the foothills, far from the chaos of the town. There was a small,  dressing unit uncle brought with an oval mirror on it. She gave a little touch of her own decoration , in one part of the closet she put the collection of her books which outnumbered her clothes and somehow managed to put all her clothes in the rest of space and there is a table beside it. Books were her companion in her happy days, in her blues, in loneliness . When things were going wrong , father was in pain , Ayesha stopped going to school and used to read books for long hours ,sitting in the kitchen. That was how the bookworm was born.

Uncle, Niketan Dutta was a high school teacher. He used to  spend most of the time in Assam for work , 4hours 30 mins from Shillong. He always wanted to become a poet. But, poverty triumphed over pen. They were four brothers and grandpa earned very little, father was a school go-er when other two elder brothers fought over a failed business and both left the house with their wives to start new career and moved to new cities in order to start fresh. Therefore, uncle became a teacher and stood by his father's side and a poet stopped dreaming from then on. So, he writes poetry at his leisure now. Last year he published his second book and was praised by so many poetry lovers. Ayesha read the first book he brought for her , she liked it.

Aunt and brother never used to hover over her. Mrs. Dutta used to suffer from a pain in her right knee. Doing all the works at home, walking back and forth often made her ill. She was annoyed, when she came to know Ayesha would be living with them but gradually they became good friends when Mrs. Dutta found a lovely,helpful ally in Ayesha. Ayesha's life was unlike any Cinderella story. Aunt never tormented her nor asked her to work , instead she chose to take care of her own duties and she also looks after her brother when aunt is sick.

 Uncle used to come home every weekend. Hence, weekends were the days when she got to stay alone at home since three of them used to go out to have their own family time together. There were many lakes, parks to visit in Shillong, inundated with tourists and local people. She never regreted saying"no" , everytime she was asked if she wanted to join them, because somewhere she had always felt that her presence could bother their family time. Rather those days were her happy days, she stayed at home, she got to read the books she used to bring from the library every sunday.

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the next was sunday, Ayesha had to go to the library to bring a new book , so she decided to have dinner early. She spent long time sitting by the window, thinking about - what else ? Mum and pappa. Finally she got up and put on another sweater. It was colder that day . During the month of February to march it used to remain cold and nights were freezing.  She picked up the lotion and started rubbing it on her hand. "  It's the valentine's week. " She told herself,looked up at the mirror and realized her hair had grown long, her ivory skin had become paler due to dry weather and cheeks had become chubbier. Round, maroon glasses on her small, snub nose and big brown eyes with natural, long lashes made her look no beautiful. Who would fall for such a doll face? 
Mum was her best friend . Ever since she lost her mother she had felt so lonely that sometimes in that small room it used to become hard to breathe, felt like an unfamiliar solitude choking her. Father didn't keep in touch anymore. Though it had been so many years, she never could fraternize well with uncle's family. Loneliness was all she had now but that didn't bother her anymore. But the heart wants what it wants. Somewhere there was a blank space she longed for someone to come and fill up.

"Ayesha, please take your dinner ." Aunt's voice paused Ayesha's thoughts, she ran downstairs.

TO BE CONTINUED------->Chapter~2(Click to continue read)

❧Oblivion❧

Climb the mountain of hope to see the lights of
next morning~ picture©Ritajapatranabish

They say the world's a stage. Everyone in this world has his own part to play. We are performers. Not all of us are perfect. But not all of us are indifferent. Our roles are already decided. Here no scripts are written, even the next moment is  unpredictable. Not every act turns out the way we want them to. We fail. We learn and pick ourselves up again but never leave the stage until the act ends. Every life here has its own stories,every existence has its own purpose, every life suffers, here peace can be destroyed any moment when cruelty takes over, here ferocity smites righteousness and felicity is not assured. Here we fear the unforeseeable.


There are hardships and obstacles on the way to tranquility. It is always an uphill journey and never easy for no one. The path we walk strangles our motion, the faces we meet are devoid of emotion and every step tries to pull us down. The irony is once we start our journey everybody is obliged to take the path that leads to the unavoidable consequence and we can never avoid the inevitable. Wounds become a companion and scars are the teachers. So, it's ok if you get hurt. Injured is the strongest here. Wounded is the invincible. We are the ones who shed tears when we lose our beloved and we are the ones who strangle love with disgust and hatred. Enmity and war will never end , still we survive, we fight for existence. One chapter ends,another comes and the story takes turn. We all face the ups and downs,we reach high , we fall through and call it life.


When path divides and opens up the hell holes.... That is the moment on the stage  where climax begins. Where the audience will stick up to your pride and strength.... They will hope to see you fly, fight, run, shout even cry but still carry on, you cannot be the one who chooses to surrender nor escaping is an option. Every act finishes when one  leaves the stage forever, another fills the gap right away.

A universe is a stage spinning around with
you~©Dayeetachaudhuri

Whether or not the act has been satisfactorily completed, it comes to an end and one day everybody has to leave, our existence vanishes into nothingness. If you find the way to cheat the eyes who are watching you to glorify the stage you will serve a lie.
But if you create your stage by glorifying the world around you , you will live even after the curtain drops. You leave an impact on the audience. But, what we never ask ourselves is , if we all are stage players, then whom are those eyes? Who is the audience?
ᖳᖳ If there is an answer to this...in your mind then there is still hope and happiness standing on the next turn for the whole universe cause after all of this if you believe that there can be something or someone who is responsible for your rising in the morning then you are the luckiest person ......as you are the one who choose to take a part of being in the team to prove the audience  that it isn't over yet rather a story is about to begin and a protagonist is yet to lead.

~" IMAGINATIONS "~

"When we are asleep in this world we awake in another"
~SALVADOR DALI
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The day you first open your eyes and see the world , you start seeing the Reality , with the eyes wide open you look around , you see things , you learn. But then comes a time, when you learn about the world you can see with your eyes closed . They are dreams ,known to be the place where one can live one’s wishes . But  when you open your eyes , you find yourself in a different but familiar world . You live here , walk here, laugh here, cry here . You  make wishes in this real world that may listen to every wish you have ever made but they never come true. Whereas, the world of dreams always has a lot to give. Here our wishes come true  and there is a lot to smile about and you can feel it with your soul . But you know what…. Dreams are lies. 

They make you feel like you are finally living your fantasies   ,your wishes , you are finally satisfied and feel peace ...... they lie. You can  never be there . They take you to different places and once it is over you cannot feel it or see it ever again . Here’s what’s funny about the real world , it never changes . Here we cannot experience the satisfaction we get in the dreams or in nightmares . Yes , I have a little different definition about nightmares . Usually , when it is a bad horrible dream . we name it nightmare , but think again . Aren’t nightmares the realities we don’t want to go back to ?

They are real thoughts that disturb you , makes you see things you don’t want to see . but same are the dreams . They make you see what you want to happen , what you makes you happy .

 We are never in deep sleep while we dream . Our subconscious mind is active and you travel to your land of bucket list. Here somebody wants to be on a magic carpet , somebody wants a Ferrari and somebody only smiles for finally  having a roof over his head. Not in reality but still, different soul finds there inner peace in there wishes. The coolest thing about dream is  while you are dreaming you forget about the cry, the stress, the fight, the mess , the tear and pain you face in real world . From a little kid to an old man and even a moribund heart on a hospital bed , dream . They dream of ecstasy , love and laughter . We dream small, we dream big . And sometimes we ask ourselves “ will they ever come true ?”

Sometimes this hope this wish makes us feel heartbroken ,when we realize , we will never make it to the place we want to see, never meet the person we want to meet, never can turn back time to live the beautiful moments we cherished with the loved one , then everything seems to fade away . But we still hope , we embrace the happiness ,afterall  the heart wants what it wants. Because , it is the wish even you don’t know when you made , back in your mind you kept thinking of it wanting to be true . Dreams are weird , they not always make sense . The piece of heart you leave in everything , every
person you find desirable guides you to your dream .

But what if the dreams which are in your eyes but they are gone the moment you fall asleep . What would it be like if you never had good dreams when you sleep ? What if there are only nightmares that chase you and its only dark when close the eyes ? Sometimes, there are screams ,cruelty and horror you see and they jolt you back from sleep every night .

 "Sometimes you  need to close your eyes
to see whats inside you."

 It is scary and you feel helpless because every night  you think what if you see them again ? And the dark land of nightmares keeps on torturing you . The cruel faces of the ones you are scared of or the bloody night where you still remember yourself running from those lowlives. The disappointments, weakness , hopelessness hurt you brutally when everybody else is asleep . They feed on your fear . Make you feel alone even in a crowded place . It take s over the brain and even serotonine does not help you anymore . Then you become vulnerable and that is a nice and easy victory for the fear .

 One cannot run from the reality or the things that cause the panic in a feeble mind   . Instead one should teach oneself how to fight the fright. It is okay if we cannot live  a life as happy and perfect as dreams are , there always will be ups and downs , will be uphill journey that involves failure and obstacles for existence , everywhere on this strange planet . But we should not live with the terror and let it live with us . 

~| PARALLEL TO THE MOON |-

©Dayeetachaudhuri

Sparkling in the night..

That brightness of color, white.

The lone ranger of the time...

Strangled by glorious gray, mystery of tide...

Risen with a high pride...

Riding the stars tonight.

When it arrived with silver shine..

ripped through the east coast spreading like Divine 

Higher and higher up in the sky;

Where the eye reaches at a painful sigh.

Reflection in her tear drop was nothing but power... 

Power of Almighty's feelings of devour... 

The stranger of the sky became her strength of life. 

Used the legend where the moon held her revenge... 

All that she had been through;

All that she lost.

All the anger she grew;

In exchange of a ultimate cost. 

The full moon reminds her of the night. 

When there was no one but a monster at her sight. 

Oh! It was a mask of glory shining like sun. 

Who knew touch of this star will also leaves a burn.

The full moon reminds her of the state. 

Where she put herself in.. Too deep to redefine her fate. 

Everything she desired was there in her very own sun   

but never expected how the life turned. 

The thief of her heart tore her life apart. 

She was just a ghost who was barely living a life atmost . 

Then that night came across 

she ran away breaking through the door.

Since then she had no light, no spark;

Just followed the road in the dark..

14 days later when the same night came…

she realized that it is her own actions needs to be blamed.

The full moon reminds her that she was brave.

Faith brought her back to the cave.

The sun was still there

But this time she was prepared

The.. Burn in her eyes.

The beauty of her delights

Even faded the blinding shine of star.
The full moon reminds her of the sunset.
she roared the truth and wrote her own fire.
"I will also rise in the east as you will set in the west.
you will be the source of my shine 
But admiration will be mine.
Hold your inevitable power... But no one will dare to look at you."
"I will be happy with the mortal beauty..,
 As every time I will be something new
.And when you'll celebrate my absence.. 
I will rise again
with the equal tarnished presence"

TODAY'S JOURNAL KNOWLEDGE | Mistakes are beautiful.

~Make a mistake Expensive ~

CHECK OUT THE VIDEO OF MY TODAY'S ART DOWN THIS POST. 👇

Art journaling comes to mind where the basic art is needs to be portrayed. If you are afraid of getting your paintings or your thoughts to be projected then journaling is the most easiest way to practice it. As I prefer painting rather than the thoughts in my journal I always start with my paintings to build a context for my writing.

Basically for beginners painting on a journal is always very hectic because of the limited amount of frame and getting the page sections correctly. So for those who don’t want any of the limitations ..just take a sheet of a sketch paper and measure how bigger or how smaller you want to create your art in the page of the journal and simply paint or draw in that sketch book paper . Then rest of it is simple as you can always attach it to your journal where ever you like….

• You need to be prepared :

For the starting of an art journal ..I personally recommend watercolor or basic lighter acrylic colors.....thus this two types of colors can really hold out your paintings  in between the writings or thoughts and more importantly these two are really easy to use. In the process of painting remember not to overdo it. Things get really messy when you start to trough several colors to it.Try to keep it simple and soothing to your eyes.

.....Waterfalls are significance of freedom....
©Dayeetachaudhuri

Mistakes are great :

Finding the right amount of inspiration is one of the most trickiest things ,

But today I found mine in a way where most people give up. Mistake, that’s right I found my inspiration when I painted a tree in blue. It was really ugly from the point I was watching. But in a certain way I tried to recover it. I shared it with a friend and something she said will stuck in my head for life. She said that everything I do by mistake makes it more special and more beautiful in her eyes.

That made me think exactly the point of all these art journal. Do not afraid to Take chances, I realized that I just have to look from the different angle and it will be nicer, better and most important part of your art.

Then here what I did ,I just added more mistakes to give it company and after all it is my imagination..that is why painting is a freedom, you can do anything ,does not have to make sense at all.

Then using my watercolor I created a small painting of a waterfall far away from the mountains in the valley of rocks. Turns out my mistakes made me better at painting trees.

I attached it to the journal and started to fill it with one of the most important lesson I learned from my friend.

“Some of the Best things  in life are the  Mistakes”

To project the freedom of the valley I researched and found.

’A study reveals that living in a place from where you can see the water can reduce psychological  stress ,because viewing color blue have a calming effect regardless of age.’

Here what I achieved from all the mistakes.....

"We are only a moment"©Dayeetachaudhuri

~| MIRACLE AWAITS |~

~ECHOS OF LIFE~

Loud and clear , freezing the air
Cutting through earth veins, it appears
Struggling, trembling each moment count
Being a chevalier knowing no bound.

Steady it cuts every peak and stones,

         In its path which erect by the earth bones

"Not all treasures are silver and gold "
~Captain Jack Sparrow
©Dayeetachaudhuri

           The calmer it gets .......at the bottom of its core,

Being the breath of life... like ages ago.

Reflection of a thousand delight 

hanging from above 

framed by the trusted roots  to shove.

The forgotten corps, 

still holds the storm.

Standing like a guard , 

beyond the norm.

looking down its  

bounding the night sky.

Water which was desperate to flow 

now hidden behind disguise ,it just glow.

Scary as all time ,how funny it gets....

When you see a man scuffle for a miracle ...

Just round the bay.

Sometimes miracles are around you in your life...you just have to give it a chance to show up.
things that you desire to find are there things that making you bling..but soul that inspires you to find the miracle is indicates the most old picture frame of our body....the perfect focus of all ...The eyes.

©Dayeetachaudhuri

But look what a surprise is given to us..as a human nature ..we travel miles and miles dig deeper and deeper to find our little sparkles of gold.That is exactly the man is trying to find around the shore of the delightful water by looking down.

But oh! what a shame there is a thousand diamonds staring into the eyes of earth ....He just need to lookup with a clear vision.
So set out for adventures...there are miracle everywhere is this world .....Just don't forget to lookup.

Special or normal | Being yourself

It's fun to be normal ,makes everything seem so special.

Don't think of yourself as a special  person.You are just like the others. The difference you need that it is not meant to be special. It is the difference between knowing to be special...and ...becoming special. 

"Seashell indicates the purity and
Beauty of minimalism"

Either way makes you a normal person with abnormal wishes. Hence abnormality is also great in the normal mind a common sense.  Don't  afraid to be a commoner ....normal is what we lack in today's world.

 Everyone trying to be so special that specialty is what becoming the fragile and more predictable behavior of all. 

Among the people are surrounding us need to be asked if there are anything that makes them separate from this special circumstances, maybe a little interesting , maybe more natural , even weirder.As there are much more greater mystery than how to seize attention to ourselves.

Eventually that actually points out how much you give someone else the attention which you gained for yourself.Socialization  is bliss and it also includes yourself . 

Protecting yourself is just an easiest task you can do. I suggest  at times we all just be a normal human being to think like a special one in the world. 

§"Appearances make impressions but it is 

 the personality that makes an impact."§