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MY WINGS ARE COMING





 


Nature provides us with tremendous opportunities to experience the wonders it has in store for us. So here I was observing the emerging butterfly from a cocoon sticking to the underside of the leaf in hiding.


This emergence of a beautiful organism was a stunning sight. I got to see it just once in my garden. I had no camera to record the process. The excitement made me shout out to my grandparents to be a witness to this natural phenomenon, alas! Their arrival was late. When they reached, there were more concerns about my welfare than the ongoing evolutionary process.


Living in those challenging times was causing stress and trauma. It was a time of upheaval and unprecedented struggle. There was no room to avoid the trauma. The only way to escape was with resilience. Coping with those life-changing events and turbulent times, I began a journey to express myself creatively. My creative talent oscillated between the two extremes.


A papier Mache wall that I made for my living room owes its inspiration to my father. That was a simple case of plagiarism. But between the father and the daughter, no legal problems exist. With the sails set, the journey began. I had a wonderful and enriching experience that I value even today.


My venture did not start amidst fanfare; it was a silent revolution for me. All along it was a story of repeated setbacks and failed attempts. The thought of failure never left me, and I continued to struggle. The predictions of naysayers and my subconscious were gaining a foothold. A minor change in the material used made me jump with joy. It was my eureka moment.


My work progressed at a snail's pace, stretching from days to weeks to months. Every morning, I would sit right in front of my last night's work. I loved to admire it for its beauty and grace.


The floodgates opened as tears trickled down my eyes when my son helped me give the final additions. I could cherish this small achievement and be proud only of myself. It was also an inspiration to one of my uncles, my father's brother, who works hard to make a mark on the walls of his loved ones.



 

 



 







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