Monsoon Beats


It was pouring cats and dogs in November and I, for some strange reason feel a very strong urge to pick up my pencil, accompanied with a hot cup of tea during times like this. I drank my tea, all the while staring at the empty white sheet of paper in front of me. There was silence all around and all I could hear was the pitter patter of the rain, a melody of its own. Well, we all know the science to how it rains, but sometimes its just much more fun to make up theories. That is how this picture came to be made, plus the fact that I’m into mythology made it mandatory that I put one of the gods up there to beat that taiko drum. I must say, rain, tea and art make a wonderful combination.