In my childhood I was greatly interested in drawing. The cartoons and beautiful pictures in story books attracted me. I wasted too many papers by sketching these pictures. I drew so many pictures which others could not even guess what they were. My mother has a collection of pictures that I drew in my childhood. I recall my memories about my drawing ‘experiments’ that I did at that time.
The main reason for my craze for drawing was one of my friends who drew very well. She sketched beautiful pictures within minutes which surprised me. She won many prizes in competitions. It created a little bit of jealousy in me towards her. I returned everyday with a strong decision that I would draw a picture just like she did. Sometimes my attempts were on walls of the house or on the back of my mother’s office files. This always made my mother angry. I knew that I couldn’t draw pictures like she did, though I sincerely wished I could.
Once I participated in a drawing competition with the desire to win the prize. The topic given was ‘a child returning home on a rainy evening’. I started to draw the picture of a boy. When I finished my work, I couldn’t say whether it was a boy or another creature. But I drew one thing very well – the raindrops. I realized the truth with pain that I was not skilled in drawing.
I left my craving for drawing pictures and became satisfied with drawing the picture of house using scale and pencil. My attempts at drawing are some of the sweetest memories of my childhood. The pictures that I drew brings a smile on my face when I think about it. I thank my mother for storing these childhood creativity safe and secure. - Athulya P K