ART PLAY_1

It was late in the night, and still I wasn’t into sleep mode. I treaded my way from my bed to the chair placed next to it. As I sat on non-armed wooden chair, I felt like sketching something. It’s been long, since the last time my feelings flew along with few black lines on a white paper. Though I am not good at it, but I find solace in sketching randomly, lost in my indiscreet thoughts.

And after a nap of time, the product which came up is still unknown to me. Hopefully she is not a random thought only but somewhere do exist.FINAL Done