Why do I paint birds, the answer to this is even unknown to me. There are many people who know a great deal about birds. Studying Birds( Ornithology), photographing birds, etc. Some even dedicated their lives to save endangered species of birds. I know such people who regularly feed a piece of bread or biscuit or a fistful of wheat to their favourite crow, sparrow or pigeon. Personally, I do none of these. But still, in my circadian rhythm of waking up and falling asleep, the intimate chirping music of birds doesn't desert me, so doesn't the smell of their feathers or the soft warmth of their chest.

Just like the pure, unstained lines are the architect of establishing colours, the simple, unembellished, unbound life of birds becomes very much personal and integral to my life. Also, there are days, when both of us could communicate without making a single sound. In those days of quietude, the memories of childhood, like the yellow pollen in the wind, begin to flutter and coil up around us. That's why the primal construct of my birds keeps on changing. Thus every bird of my lost dreamlike childhood emerges in actuality in my paintings, one after another.