There was a dream in my childhood that one day I will be a painter. But, I lost the dream during the walk on the path of life. The dream floated away with the waves of time. Sometimes, this unfulfilled dream haunted me “hey, Painter, did you forget me, completely”. It happens when I see the colors and canvas or art in any place. I feel nostalgic about the unfulfilled dream of my childhood. This nostalgic feeling triggered me to capture these photos.
This is the pot which I painted at my childhood to keep my pen, pencils, and brushes together.
This is my entry for this week’s WPC: Nostalgia