Rangolis with Mom

You know what is the best part of Diwali? Some will say Fireworks, Some will say sweets, Some will say lights, but nah I'd say its the Rangoli. One of the most beautiful forms of the art which comes out from hibernation during the time of Diwali. Rangoli is an ancient form of art which is been done on special occasions usually by females of the house.
A Typical Rangoli is made on a brown canvas, which is made by using a soft red rock like chalk traditionally called gheru in the local language. Then using white powder called charodi/chirodi in the local languages a basic outline or a sketchy framework for design is made in which we later on fill in the colours. There are various forms of rangoli some of which are sanskar style, classic dot form, the flower rangoli  and the modern artistic ones.
I still remember me being a 5 yr old, observing mum making rangoli outside our house. I kept watching it with awe when it was finished. My mum's actually super skilled at the traditional dot-style rangolis . Since then, as I grew up, I kept observing and learning from her. Then slowly one day I asked her if I could help her out. She smiled at me, took a little dish and poured some white powder into it from her dish and handed it out to me. She said, " Try some of your own in that little corner at first." I let a frown and stared at her for a while and then being grumpy me I said, "I wanna help in this one."
She smiled and said,"But for learning you need to try out there first and then I'll see if you do any good then I'll allow you to work with me in this one." At that moment, I felt like my self respect was hurt and I was challenged. Since I loved challenges even as a child, I began my drawing my own separate rangoli beside hers. Every day, during each of the diwali seasons. I used to do that. It felt as if I was mentally competing with her. Each time I made my own and then frowned when I compared that with my mom's. Hers used to flawless and perfect. Each line precise and dots straight in line whereas mine were like some ants were crawling by. But that 5 yr old me never left hope. Each year I tried to do better than ever.

I was 10 yrs old, again it was the diwali season. I finished mine and asked mum, "how's it?" with a broad smile plastered on my face filled with satisfaction of my completed 'picasso' style artwork. My smile turned into frown when she said, "It's Okay." I gazed at mine for a while and then had a look at the huge one she was making for diwali. As usual I sat down beside her and began observing. As I rested my chin over the palm she said," Take  this colour and fill it here. In this part." I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I blinked a few times and then realised finally I am working on the main one.
Since that day, till this date every year me and mom together put out some cool designs. Each year we try something new, from traditional to sanskar style to some modern art forms. We always sit together and plan as if we are gonna make a architect plan for some building. Which colour? In What combination, Which style should we do? what size etc etc. I know many of you would be thinking being a boy I am into rangolis. Well to be honest, art doesn't go by sexes and its joy of making and creating something awesome that pleasant to eyes that inspires me to do that.
Below are a few pics of Rangolis which me and mom have made.

This one isn't mine but just added coz I liked it.

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