I was a good painter in my childhood. I used to paint trees, natural scenes, animals, forest scenes and portraits. But I grew up I lost interest in painting. Moreover, I did not find any time during my studies to paint. Recently, one of my friends asked me to join him to an art gallery. It was Sunday, we went there around 1:00 pm . The walls of the hall was fully decorated with different sort of the paintings. Some of the paintings exhibited were realistic while others were impressionistic. There were many abstract paintings too and the artists were there to help the visitors to make them understand those paintings. There was a series of portraits. The portrait of Quaid-e-Azam was really marvelous. It seemed as if one were standing in front of him in real. Some of the paintings were related to modern art, they were really difficult to understand. Everybody interpreted those paintings on the basis of their own perceptions. I felt refreshed and it reminded me of my childhood memories. It was a wonderful weekend, indeed.
