Every time when I sit down to tie the laces of my black sports shoes, these couple of contrasting white blots grab my attention. I tried to get rid of them but they persisted. Aye, they compromise the aesthetics, but I don't mind.
They represent my amateurish attempt at painting a house. We were painting the PMAY house of a specially abled beneficiary. It was community work and the place was lit with volunteers. It brings back those wonderful memories. As my nostalgia dominates the hollow idea of aesthetics, I don't mind them at all. They are, the good blot!
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