Oil & Charcoal on Canvas, 51*40 cms
Two inaudible yet distinctly familiar voices accosted her often, with entirely different words… different articulation…with gentle smiles…with gentle sneers… However, both meant; “My way or highway”…
She felt life tugging at her sleeve imploringly…and took the highway…felt immensely protected and joyous amidst the unfamiliar landscape…Cheers to a beautiful and peaceful life…