“I lost the compass. I cannot draw perfect circles now.” I’d wailed before a geometry class in Level 3.
Life taught me to keep doodling without any tools – observations, imagination, my take on objects and happenings around me. I choose to keep them black and white, or paint in rainbow colors. The collection expands with outpourings in myriad forms – art, literature, experience and premature conclusions.
Can I draw a perfect shape again, and believe that life will fit into neat compartments?