We were given eyes to appreciate, a voice to talk to each other, and a hand to create
I grew up in a communist country, a beautiful land with glorious mountain ranges, peaceful farmlands where patterns of life had hardly changed for centuries, and a delta with extravagantly rich bio-diversity, a country that made and grew things as our main way of surviving. The very notion of "wellbeing" was not in our vocabulary, the idea of creating for a living was not on the horizon. So, I became an engineer by degree just because I was good at physics and maths, not because my soul, one that had matured in my small bedroom with book after book after book on the amazing wonders of the world, wanted it that way, it's just the way it was. Then we had a revolution, communism and its safety nets became a thing of the past, and a world of opportunity and un-imagined risks beckoned - and I discovered colours, uplifting colours, something that had been missing from all our grey lives - and colourful books with captivating stories weaved around drawings and images that seemed to talk to me like nothing before, combinations of expressions that I found kept my spirits high on my new, often eventful journey. I gradually decided where my future lay, in creative, story-telling making of things for women like me, whose spirits could also be uplifted by becoming a part of the journey.