QinZhi asked me if I were happy a few days back.
I told a white lie.
I don’t think I m , really. There is still a bit more to address to b at ease.
But this afternoon, I did several things , all happy ones !
I waited 4 mins for a freshly baked peanut pancake! The skin was paper crispy!
And it was prepared by a hawker who has been doing it for 26 years!
I chatted with the uncle n found that this was his wife’s recipe . I loved waiting n seeing how he prepared his stuff — the batter, the pancake, the peanuts!
This simple food was in my childhood, my youth, my adulthood. I don’t know how many memories it has locked in .
Talking to the hawker brought back memories of the times when I interviewed somebody. He was obviously proud of his craft.
And I think I made a difference to his day. And in turn, it made mine different .
Every bite gave me happiness.
As I climbed the steps up to do art, I didn’t pant as much!
Yen ‘s topic was: inner child in you
And I did this :
I told her this is more about getting the colours right.
I mixed white with each of the colours to arrive at these tenderly sweet shades.
At first I wanted to keep the shades clean, but when they collided they resulted in these natural beautiful colours. I decided to go along n left them natural.