the journey of a helicopter pilot with and through colours
Friday, January 14, 2011
As a helicopter pilot I keep roaming all over the country. Life is a continuous journey. One settles down where ever ones job takes. But there are times when one longs to go back to ones roots. I am from a small village of northern India, a place I have rarely visited. Recently I visited this village and got a chance to see the place where my father and grandfather were born and brought up. Saw the alleys where they played as children. Really nostalgic, got emotional. This is a painting of the alley that leads to our ancestral house. Painted it from a photograph I had clicked.