After this painting, I have fallen in love with baby owls and have been craving to have one since then.
I am crazy.. sometimes I want an owl, sometimes a parrot. Sometimes a dog, sometimes a cat. I mean, I know I can’t really take care of them with crazy timings of office, and yet, when I see cute animals, I want to cuddle them and just feel their unconditional love.
Well, my sister calls me an owl. I sleep very late and remember troubling her for years in childhood when I would trick her so that I could read books all night with the lights on. Just 5 more minutes used to be my trick. 😛
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