Art work

Earlier today when I was going through all my old college stuff, I found my painting. There was a time back in my high school days when I was amused by my sister's talent. She was artistic; especially with her paint brush. I loved her work as much as I loved her. Her paintings could express itself. I really don't know what that last statement means, but all i want to say is that, she was amazing with a paintbrush.

When I was in 2nd year of my graduation, my sister was working in Mumbai. So we hardly met each other. One evening, I called her up. I told her that I had taken her paint brush for some project designing purpose. "oh nice!! atleast someone is using it. Paint something with it" she replied.

So i sat there in my room, wondering what to paint. And started painting all vibrant colours on the paper. I didn't care what the end result looked like. After a few hours, my roomy entered the room.
"WOW!!!" exclaimed Dipsy. "U can paint".
"Well of course i can" I replied. 'Only if she could see any of my sister's paintings' I told myself.

We pasted the painting on a wall right opposite to the door. so every time someone entered the room they complimented me for my work. well that surely made me happy.

But today, it looks like a childs work to me. Shabby art work .