The right page of pageno:80 from the book “Letters to A Friend” by Rabindranath Tagore has this sketch of writer,tried my best to do full justice with such a masterpiece.I was nervous to start with ,if I can’t draw such deep facial expressions.Finally I completed today and posting it for the readers.Please press like button,if you like the sketch or comment if you want say something.
Tagore’s close association with life’s consciousness seems to be pouring so much thoughts related to easiness/simplicity of life that we need to ponder upon.His clarity of thoughts draws picture in my mind that he is unlocking the gates of joys with full consideration which is beautifully explained starting from page number 78 till 80.
“I long to discover some fairy-land of holidays-not a world where all weekdays are Sundays-but where Sundays are not at all needed,where all duties look delightfully undutiful like clouds bearing rain,appearing perfectly in consequential.”
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What I can say,I never knew that one day I would be able to sketch Krishna,my drawing was very average in school time and then after school never tried it.
Feel blessed upon mercy of Krishna.
Tears are wet but tending to stop as well saying quietly fear always take back seat comparison to acceptance.
Eyes will keeping storing all types of memories but allow heart to open only cherished moments only.
World will enjoy serveral attempts asking to build,keeping proving,learn to be happy as well but the natrually happy soul never require to do so in abode.
One day when soul will tend to wrap up everything to begin the journey.
That day when all tears and memories will come under one roof in one colour,will not even whisper allowing soul to be the only speaker.
Every moment will be an excuse to laugh, no more wishes to seek heaven in any time frame to last.
There is a little author in me.
Quietly gives answers to all the questions I feel.Fills me with all the excitement splendid with colors regardless of the situations.Loving yourself and little hard work is the only rule to play then only author can speak out in full way.
Characters are laughing,playing, becoming nosier to grab attention but also singing happily in arms of the story willing to dance on my mind tunes already, ready to learn the world through me because there is a little author in me.
There is a little author in me.
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Everyone wants to find what is the magic in me which can’t be measured in days and nights,tiredness cann’t pull it aside.
Not willing to know what would be the result, will easily spread the fragrance with no calculations.
So want to welcome you indeed knowing the condition is open heart allowing small small appreciations.
Then only the magic will whisper in the ears yes you have captured your heaven in the joyful tears.
Oh my soul take me to the transparent blue sea,so that I can watch how effortlessly waves forms and dissolves easily.
They don’t question about their existence just follow the natrual rythmn.
Is it out of love or something indicating it is satisfied in itself?
Whatever I conclude the indulged vibrations saying that I am soaking sand to sing happy tunes, spreading inherent blessing to every heart reminding that loving your soul is the only affair that last.
Not impressed by world again but still want to live cheerfully happily spirit not in refrain.
Why so much still confusion knowing that results are not my solutions.
Enough dragged by desires so letting them go is the only way to acquire.
Oh shri hari please hold the hands of this servant pleading to forget the existence, thinking of you becomes the only essence.
All the senses are willing to exhaust except the eyes employing tears serving the lotus feet lovingly dissolved.