There will be Flowers
Composed while the tea steeped...
I think I've figured out why flowers are my favourite subject to create. Why I return to them repeatedly, in overwhelm, self-doubt or When gripped by irrational fears. As a child, I promised my Mom, that I would grow up to be a rich enough adult, so that she wouldn't have to do household chores, anymore. She was touched, but That's not what she needed or cared for. She was the first to protest, when she saw me drained out of energy and sleep, without catching a break for days, without stopping to breathe. Made it repeatedly clear that money and independence were important, but not at the cost of my peace. Nothing could beat living life thoroughly. Time moved in linear, never stopped for repeats. Flowers are Mom's favourite gift to receive, Her eyes light up and her face sparkles, Smiles don't easily leave... That's why I'll never tire of creating flowers, to ensure that she has them around in every shape and form, coloured to her desire.





@Abhishek Banerjee thank you for the restack! I'm glad you enjoyed reading this. :)
This is so lovely. Heartfelt writing meets heartfelt art ❤️😍