Portraits: Pages of my old sketch books

Tree

This drawing was done many years back, during my days of Santiniketan.

CATS

Eyedrops

Conversation

What is there to regret?
In my thresh wrecked hut
There was never a door, nor a window.
You walked in,
Took a seat,
Resting your head on my shoulder
You sang a song,
Your tears wetted my violin.
And very quietly...

As if we told a fairy tale to each other
With pure intimacy.