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A long time ago, I was fired from my job. I had started losing interest in it, I had started showing up late and not giving my best, I had started falling into depression.
My dream was to be an artist, but I could never imagine not having a stable, monthly income. I had grown up seeing my parents work so hard to make ends meet. There was no way I couldn’t do the same. So I did a job, but begrudgingly, and it was visible. That evening, heartbroken after being fired, I messaged mum saying:
“If you ask a beautiful bluebird to walk on the ground instead of soaring the skies, she will be declared a failure.”
And she replied, saying:
“This beautiful bluebird is now free to fly.”
My parents supported me for the next little while, followed by which I took another job. Stayed in Bangalore. Quit another job. Came back to Delhi. Battled a life-threatening illness. Had my first solo exhibition.
And after a few years, I went to Sydney, Australia, to pursue a 3-year degree in Fine Art. This was my second degree, after a first in mass communication.
This picture was taken on the day I was flying out of India, for the first time in my life. I painted a bluebird on the suitcase. A bluebird that was once caught, chained, caged. But now, it was time for the bluebird to fly.
I completed my degree, and after a few more ups and downs and a few more years, I’m happy to say that I am a professional artist and art educator.
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