My interest in drawing

 My first drawing class 

Picture and poster have a deep connection in my life. I remember having an inclination for pastel colours which were offered to me as gifts on my birthday. From playing with pastels to drawing lines in books, I kept myself occupied with drawing mainly a small house, triangular shape hills, meandering river and birds flying in the sky during sunrise. Once or twice I had completed the whole scenery but most of the times, one of these objects were sketched by me on a drawing exercise book. My interest was my parents' will to send me to a drawing school. I was not very serious about my hobby or rather I was very tense after reading my dad's mind. I really didn't want to go away from my mom to draw. 

Immediately I got more gifts, a pencil box, more colour pencils, and a drawing bag. My voice was by now only a wish. On a Sunday, I was all  prepared and dressed to attend the drawing class which was an unknown territory for me. All I could say was yes to myself and leave the Ramayana which came on air then at that very same time. As my mind concentrated on the next few hours, the Ramayana song soon faded and I had a strange feeling of losing my mother for a while. 

At last, my father and I reached the Bata Girls' High School where I was supposed to sit for the first drawing test. My father had guided me to the class and as I was shy and didn't want to open my mouth, I found myself seated at a corner near the window of the big class. I had drawn something with the help of a pencil and eraser and a scale to draw margin. My induction into drawing and painting began since then when I was seven years old. I became very serious with drawing matters since that very moment.