WW is 18࿚A WDC adult! – That was the beginning of it.
This was the art therapy workshop and they had us put yellow first, then blue, then other colours in turn.
When we'd all finished, the doctors conducting the workshop insisted all of us had made 'abstracts'. I insisted I'd made a piggy. They said no, it's not a piggy. Anyway, I took it home and piggied it properly. Just looked for a pic to show you but can't find one at the moment!
I think painting/art/sketching etc. is a fabulous, creative way to relieve stress. I enjoy it myself. Love your sunshiny picture above. It exudes a feeling of joy.
Gita hugged her former pupil Shaila, now herself a teacher.
"It's such a lovely surprise to meet you like this," Shaila gasped. "I owe you so much."
They chose a table together and a waiter offered them canapes.
"Ma'am is vegetarian," Shaila stated. "I remember that from my own school days, our class picnics!"
The memories flowed. "i remember - I can never forget - you always -" came gushing out of Shaila in a glad torrent.
Gita took a sip of her drink. She was looking thoughtful.
" ... and it's standing me in good stead now, Ma'am," Shaila was saying. "You always called us Darling or Dear or My Girl - something to show us you loved us. I do that with my students now."
Gita's eyes twinkled. "Sweetie," she piped up. "I had to say Dear or Darling or whatever. You see ... I forgot your name.”
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