I attempt a sketch of someone who can sketch everything else.
She is a painter, and every time I see her paintings, I realise that this – THIS – is something I have never had and never will. It is not that I feel less than what I am, but that I acknowledge that this is greater than what I can be.I realise that she does not know the value of what she holds. She turns to her range of colours, her box of paints when she must express what she cannot otherwise. In those vidid streaks, her soul is wide open for anyone to read. She can abandon herself to that medium, without thought of who will see and what it will mean…. and she lets her ability speak for itself. She only tries to rid herslef of excess emotions, but in every picture, I see a message to me, for me.Where she sees confusion and the attempt to rise above it, I see my inspiration – let go. Let it be.
And if it were not enough that with her brush she weaves magic, her voice is that of an angel. She can trill, sing, carry the audience with ther strength of her voice and melody. She can make you feel the song and believe the words she sings… and the promises it carries.She is Vikram Seth's Nightingale, and I ferverantly hope she never meets Mr. Frog.. in her desire to find comfirmity. She is the essense of a vibrant proactive, dynamic woman. That elusive being who belongs in her world.
She is, in short, superwoman.