Strokes and emotions

A heavy morning and I could find no way of letting out any emotion or write anything. So, I decided to go for another mode of expression, let my hand move the way it wanted to and keep thinking till my head cleared. And this it how it went


This was the first step, And then as I talked to myself in my own head the strokes seem to change of their own accord.


After this point of time I couldn’t figure out what I was doing and I tried to change my style- the strokes, but my hand just wouldn’t budge. So I let it be. And I stopped at last by the next pic



My head cleared and I headed for a new day, but still haven’t figured out what this resembles. This is something I do quite often and find it extremely soothing. I am going to give this process a name-” strokes and emotions”.

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