Wish you all happy Holi with my this painting especially created for the auspicious occasion of celebration of colors.

After taking three different art classes yesterday I literally had no energy left to think of a new painting. Also I had to fulfill my son’s promise and I cooked veggie-paratha. But I had a strong wish to paint a colorful sky which I saw many times during evening. So today morning as soon as my husband and son left for their work/school, I entered into my studio and straight way started painting without wasting any time. I had to take 2 hrs gap for my little art students class and finally I have just finished this. Hope you will enjoy this.

Acrylic on canvas 10×20 inch.

The Orange That Carries Me Home

Orange is not a color to me—it is a doorway. It is the glow of a sunset sky over the place where I spent my childhood, where that same orange meant the golden hour, the last light before being called home, the time of day when the world felt soft and safe.

I painted the sky the way I remember it: wide, warm, unhurried. In that light, my friends and I used to dance. Not for anyone, not for anything—just because the sky was beautiful and we were young and there was nothing yet to worry about. No deadlines, no losses, no futures to fear. Only color, only movement, only now.

I live far from that place today. But the sky did not move away with me. It still finds me. When it turns that certain orange, it carries me back—miles away, ages away—to those olden golden days. And for a moment, I am dancing again, under the same color, under the same sky.

That is what this painting is. A reminder that distance is real, and so is the sky we still share.

I hope that when you look at it, you remember your own orange.