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The Picasso's of India

It's a bit late for this post. The hidden zeal in every soul of India must be doing this. That happens every time at end of year. It's cold, foggy, black shines in street lights though they are up. They are up to do it. I think most of you might guessed it. Yes it's rangoli.
                   In our language they are "mutyala muggulu". The white flour sure makes rangoli to look like pearls and dots that made to make art are like stars came onto earth to get designed.

              In my hometown the friendly neighbours sit around to discuss what rangoli they have to do at eve. Yeah! This is all at sankranti times in andhra.


                     It's a prestigious issue and jewel to women.  Different rangolis, different colors, different designs. It's all not only different but unique style.

             Chukkala muggu(rangoli with dots),  melikala muggu(rangoli with curls or twisted) , radham muggu (chariot rangoli), shankham muggu, there is an unending list of them.

           I bet how many artists in world will draw closed figure without penning up. It's a lot few.  You know in mellikala muggu/ rangoli you will meet the same dot/point without a repeat or redraw.
 
         In India almost at every front door Rangoli is welcome note to "athithi devo bhava".
             
           A special book is maintained to fill new designs. Kept in locative place, so couldn't be lost. All the fair work and rough work are in different. Exact fair copy already printed in their heart.
 
              A rough discussion on how , when,  what rangoli to be make are made. After the conference the combination of colors on rangoli are always self design. After all who is not an artist!?  Hugh!!!!

           
            Set alarm and go.  Challenging the fog,  waving to sun, welcoming the warmth of the day.

            Nobody knows or most may not now the primary or secondary colors. But they sure do know what or which color they needed , either contrast or dull. It's herited gift.

          Those are not just colors but the beauty of their hearts. In this way I conclude that every women is an Picasso or uncompared artist.  Is true heritage of this country
       

   

What next

The grass is richer than bricks
The acceptance is better than arrogance
The innocence is welcome to unworthy intelligence
A bonding mistake is worthy to selfish truth
Once freedom notion is today's irony
The common sense is being fancied
The reality being rejected
All it needed unwanted assurance and momentary happiness
Making long lasting wound
To everyone
The stars that can't seen
Can exist
Change the lens
Reach to know better