A painting I made some time back

IMAGINATION

History fascinates me. And so do its soulful renditions in brick and mortar-the monuments, forts and palaces remnants of a glorious past, a tragic end or simply an innocuous existence. Each stone living and breathing, dying to tell a story. A story of the fair maidens and princesses that once pranced gaily in the labrynthines of its halls, chuckling and giggling, their resplendently colourful chunris flirting effortlessly with the wind. The clanging of the anklets, the splendour of their bejewelled forms. The innumerable court intrigues, machinations at their best. The chicanery of a few, the valiance of the many. The brilliance of an artist and the dexterity of his fingers, the turning of a desolate stone into a structure of arresting magnificence. The imagination that created this grandeur, and the imagination that still keeps it alive. My imagination. Your imagination.