My name is Shruti; I was in the art room of the college preparing my art work for an upcoming competition. When I was in middle school I was wandering around in the city with my childhood friend. We decided to go to a local art museum. That's where I first saw an exhibit of art contest winners and one of them stood out to me more than the rest. It was so impactful that it completely drew me in. I was completely lost in its World. Raj is the name of the artist who is just years older than me and that art piece inspired me to join the art club in Jr. College then my current art college.
My phone vibrates and I looked into it. There was a message from the next year class teacher as
There's not much more time until the art contest. So get your final push in now. The message typed as if the teacher was present in the room. A sudden cold hand touched my cheeks I was scared and jumped on my seat. I looked back and it was the class teacher of my senior Rahul.
Oh! That looks nice but it feels like a missing emotion you want to put in it.... you can take this home. I feel like if you stare at it a bit more, you might be able to think what you need to add. Looking at my work teacher type a message to me.
Sure I typed a reply to my teacher suggestions.
Then she waved her hands in good bye and left the room.
I was looking at my art work thinking what it lacks and how I can improve it. I stare and stare and stare but nothing comes to my mind not my brain. Finally I gave up and headed out for fresh air. The competition has individual types in it like friction, living, dreamy, etc. I was walking around in the courtyard and I happened to see my classmate and also some seniors working on their art work. Everyone was so focused on their work like they're in their own world. I guess seniors are also entering the competition. I wonder if Rahul senior is also participating or not? I unlock my phone and type a message to him I see him in the corner of the courtyard with some drinks. I go towards him from back and gently tap on his right shoulder when he looks back I place my finger on his cheeks.
Hi Rahul sign.
Hi, what are you doing you? I asked him
Drink this! Rahul offered me a drink.
I take a sip and spit it out. I don't know the test but it was disgusting like someone added soda with mango juice or something. But I get back to the sense that Rahul was next to me.
He gave me water taking away my drink to throw away.
I asked him what it was. After drinking water and wiping my mouth.
Oh! It's a mixture of slice and coke he signs laughing in embarrassment.
What?
I am always trying to make new drinks by mixing anything together. It was kind of interesting he signed and again started mixing juices again before he make me get food poison I got up and Said good bye and left hurriedly. As I leave towards the art room I see my guy classmate sketching. The look towards the playground stretching out his thumb with pencil in his hand. I looked at his curved thumb and I remember reading an article in the magazine once, that the bigger the curve of the fingertips, the more suited they were to jobs or positions that emphasized individuals like artists.... I looked at my thump curve and it was slightly curved. That guy looked at me and laugh maybe he was thinking I was mimik him before giving him anymore weird ideas I run towards the art room.
The next day too I was just steering at my work as my teacher said. I just can't get any idea when suddenly the door of art room opened and a guy stumbles in. The guy was my classmate who was sketching in courtyard. He places his drawing sheet on dashboard and start to paint it. We were doing our own thing without disturbing each other. I get tired from looking at my art work, my eyes were hurting so I close my eyes and then only though come to my mind was my art work. I can picture myself what type of colors I need to use and add. It happened because I was kept thinking about it or this is how teacher want me to look at my art work to understand what I need to do I don't know. But I finally got it and start working on my art work. Moving my brush freely feeling happiness with each stroke I was about to finish up my work. I was so focused on it that I must have lost track of time I looked at time and decide to stop for today because I have lectures to attend. I left the art work in art room and leave towards the classroom.