once i tried to draw in a running bus.here objects were also running away from me.and then disappearing into blue.it becomes a memory drawing whatever you try to draw.
this is a small sketch of trees here.
conductor of the bus saw me doing sketches.he sat beside and saw my sketch-book.then we talked a lot about drawing.he was also fond of the subject while in school.but had never given a minute after leaving the school.after seeing my sketches he had a thought of doing sketches again.he said he had plenty of time sometimes and nothing he had done so far.
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