My love for drawing started when I was a year old. I started by scribbling on the walls and floors. As I grew I started to use drawing books, pencils, crayons, sketch pens and then finally brushes and paints. By the time I was in 5th grade, everyone used to think I’ll also be an artist like my real aunt. But as time passed studies took over the creative side of me. But still I used to draw as and when possible. I never took any classes or tuitions for it, but I drew cause I loved to.
Then years passed and at the age of 16, sadly my parents got divorced. Well for me that was the end of a lot of things I loved, drawing and sketching being one of them. I started hating drawing (may be because it was somehow related to my dad and as I was with my mom and step-father, missing him was out of question). It wasn’t like I never gave it a try, I did but my drawing started to look horrible! And I hated it.