The alarm knocked me out of my deep sleep. I took the phone and stopped the annoying alarm, wished myself a good morning & browsed the notifications. The whatsapp statuses let me know that it was Brother's Day, so I texted my brother a happy Brother's Day wish. Then I glanced through the contacts as if I was searching for someone, I didn't find anyone else that seemed like I needed to wish. I got off my bed to start a brand new boring day of my life hoping it will be somehow different.
After a long day at work and rest of the chores at home, I finally lay down on my bed. Took my phone, viewed the stories and statuses, replied a few texts briefly like "Am fine", "The day was okay", etc. I didn’t want to explain my whole day in detail as I am sure they don’t want to hear about it either, they were just asking it as a formality.
Then I moved to Instagram, there were several likes and comments on drawings. I read each comment one by one and it gave me a smile every time but my eyes always seem to be in search of a certain comment which I never find. Art was my soul's expression, something that excites me the most in my life. I always drew ever since I could remember, but suddenly one day I felt like I should take it seriously. It's been a while since that day but I still cant recall what inspired me that day to express my heart into art and to expose it to the world because art was meant to inspire. And that's how I started the instagram page to post my artworks. There are over a thousand posts in it now, some of which even intrigues me. Some portraits of people I never met, some images that I drew for reasons unknown; yet those are among the pictures that I feel close to my heart than the most. People always ask me if there’s any hidden meaning behind the arts. With some pictures there are & with some there aren’t any. And there’s this quote that I remember from somewhere “Every picture has an unwritten poem behind it”. So I let the viewers' imagination give life to the art in their own way.
After instagram, I moved on to the next social media browsing through the random news-feeds in Facebook. I came across a live radio program. The topic was 'Brothers Day' which I listened for a while. The RJ was saying she was a single child and how much she wanted a brother. It made me think how difficult and different would my life be if I was a single child.
My eyes were getting tired and sleepy. I kept my phone away. Lying alone in my bed, I wished goodnight. It was a habit of mine; everyday after I wake up & before I go to bed, I’ll say the wish, I am not sure if it's for myself or for somebody-else, but my mind will be restless without that wish. My tired body soon fell into the hands of sleep.
In the midst of deep sleep tears rolled down from her eyes like a forgotten memory, like an unwritten poem.
Writer - Dr. Yeswanth S Nambiar
Artist - Dr. Nandini V S
