I shall sit here, serving tea to your friends;

"Perhaps you can write to me."
My self-possession flares up for a second;
This is as I had reckoned.


(lines, from Portrait of a Lady)
Apologies for the horrible water marks!


So I made a Self Portrait after ages! And I'm glad the way this one's come out. It's amazing, how one grows in any Art they do. What may have looked too bare in the past, may look too much just yet!

And, of course these are new clothes! They were bought off a sale from a fairly expensive store. The cheap thrills of wearing cheap-expensive clothes! If you know what i mean!

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