Bansri Chavda

I come back again to where i start,

I wonder where my roots are, I stumble upon a few impressions on me,

I hold back all that is somewhere living within,

How much i want to drift away....

Along the dusty roads,,, in a manner a rustic lives,

As at heart i adore wood and clay...

The smell of the earth and the morning hue, the colours that the light bring,

I want to drift towards,the RUSTIC WAY!!

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Here is just a  start off with paintings that have colors to reveal about a rustic life. Adorability of a simple approach to what living is sans all the self created necesscities, it is reminder to the self, although i may dwell wherever, I am a RUSTIC INSIDE.

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