Pandora Diary: Maid’s Daughter

She was handed over the bag that had the things  we can afford to buy…she cant. The moment she came to the house she roamed around, while her mother worked, she stared  at things she don’t have at home or never saw. She liked the pen with different colors…later she owned it..it was given to her. She deserves it, she can have it  and now she can.

Pandora Diary: I own the night

Do you have any idea how it feels to walk in an empty room, take a sit and stare at the wall? Blank wall? Close your eyes and imagining an event where the entire room with your work, finely framed and with people gawking at your paintings or probably looking at their own self from the glasses. Then opening your eyes and all the dreams and imaginations disappear leaving a little hint in our mind that the blank wall is waiting….waiting to filled with colors and dreams mostly from people who dreams big.