Little Things We Carry
i would identify myself as someone who pays a bit of extra attention to the inconsequential things in life. A lone pencil that has fallen on the ground, the reflection of the nearby buildings in a puddle (sometimes its holographic! we used call it unicorn piss), noses of people, texture of skin, earrings, the pleats of a saree ,etc. maybe it's because i took my inspiration for my paintings from the real world instead of an aesthetically pleasing moodboard on Pinterest during my early years, but these kind of things really used to distract me until a few years ago. not in a bad way but like, in a distracting way (you get it). but now, I find this weird talent of mine gradually fading. i don't pay mind to the faded print of a bedsheet anymore like the way i used to. similarly, a shiny keychain doesn't make me excited like it used to. and I accept that when life gets busy we don't have the time anymore to fixate on such things but it also makes me kind of sad, like I am...
