Time melted for them. With ladders leaning against the walls they were all engrossed! Drawing a pattern, a curve, a dot, a line, a flower, a leaf, a triangle, a circle. In togetherness they were all part of their graffiti saga.
Architecture of this building had fascinated them. It took them a lot of time to seek permission to make graffiti on the boundary wall of the building. A lot of information, do’s and don’ts were given and they had to abide by them.
All were given their specific zone to paint and draw. They drew patterns and the wall came alive with their graffiti.
The spray colours were queued. One after the other they were being picked by them. Aum was monitoring the time, Rudraksha the sequenece.
Something larger than life was waiting to be manifested. Making all of them believe of their inner powers and strength, their resilience and blessings.
They drew messages through their wall art, some had meaning and some were patterns that were absorbing and enchanting.
“Aum, are you going to make what you decided,” asked Dorjee.
“Yes, I shall try to portray what I practiced and learnt at the Himalayan Centre. I am interacting with wall though.” Smilingly said Aum.
“That’s amazing somehow I am not able to decide.” Joined Pratayaksh and added to Dorjee’s dilemma.
“Then surrender in the stillness. Allow the patterns to emerge on their own-something from within. Let the walls speak to you. Bow to the Muse and art; to your brushes and paints, colours and trays, pencil and sprays and they shall draw and make what needs to be manifested on the walls!” Gently said Aum.
They listened and agreed and for almost a week the walls, like infine sky, a canvas for their life, were their home and art with stillness their food.
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