Colouring Inside The Lines

“Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.”
― Kahlil Gibran

Even if I can’t swallow the sunset, and drink the rainbow, I always, always knew that I can bathe my soul in colours. Today, after a couple of years, I wielded colour pencils. I drew images by myself, coloured, and dedicated it to my loved ones. I seemed to have had a merry Christmas indeed! 🙂

Father and I went to a shopping mall this afternoon, only because one of my best friends and my sister have been doing amazing artwork, and I couldn’t resist jumping on the bandwagon, so I wanted to purchase some stationery.

We had to cross quite a few aisles of intriguing books. I ended up buying The Museum of Extraordinary Things by Alice Hoffman, The Opposite House by Helen Oyeyemi, The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared by Jonas Jonasson, although I really didn’t intend to splurge on books today. (Okay. Fine. I lied.) 😉

Then, I picked up an adult colouring-book, loads of colour pencils, and sketch-pens. I was supremely pleased because father wasn’t curious about the mysterious change in me. 😉 He said, “Do not buy pencils, sharpeners, and erasers though. You can take from my stationery.” Oh, I love my father. Maybe, I should print some tees saying, “I ❤ my father!” 🙂

As soon as I returned home — like a child who couldn’t wait to play with her newly-bought toys — I wanted to start colouring. But, there was something else to do, and so I started drawing and colouring after supper. I spent three hours, and I am already sleepy now. My best friend was right when she said, “Colouring will bring a therapeutic effect on you.” All the bottled-up unpleasant energy seemed to have oozed out through my fingers, when I coloured. What a cathartic experience! I am asking myself to do this often.

And, as I was colouring, my mind was on one thing. For those few hours, colouring inside the lines was my only purpose in life. I loved those mindful moments. “Pure presence!” — I learnt that phrase from one of my favourite books, The Dalai Lama’s Cat.

Of all the books that I bought, this made my heart sing.



And, I did my first colouring activity today. *doing a happy dance* 🙂


I consciously chose to colour the cat black because black cats are often overlooked, considered bad omen, and their chances of being adopted are alarmingly less. Through this picture, I want to reiterate that they are as awesome, adorable, lovable as other cats, and they deserve affectionate families. ❤

Do you colour? What kind of colouring books do you use? Please tell me about it. 🙂

Also, I did this for my nephew today.

Since Shravan has been good this whole year, I drew this for him. 🙂 Now, this drawing is the testimony to the fact that I am four at heart. Ouch! That makes me younger than him. 😉

And, this’s for my best friend, who was poorly.



8 thoughts on “Colouring Inside The Lines

  1. Coloring seems to be getting real popular among adults 🙂 I love the look of the cat book and you draw so well! I cannot draw/do any art stuff at all…maybe coloring in will work 🙂 I need o get that cursing coloring book 😀

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