As a teenager I drew and painted and continued this expression till my late twenties when drawing and painting was replaced by poetry. This continued for about twenty years although accompanied by landscape design for the last five years or so. Finally, all this ended and I started writing, and have written two books since. At no stage did I do anything other than just let it happen.
If we cut open the bud of a beautiful rose in order to see how it is ‘packed’ and what it is going to look like, what sort of a bloom will we get?