Written as if on the black sky, like board with light of colours Within emerges a world. As by living in “this world” feels “Another world of forms” Lonelyness of forms takes you to the journey and gradually they convert into mountain. Forms not on canvas but written on slate sometimes somewhere in childhood. In the extreme lonelyness and the restlessness of anil enlightens a mysterious world of paintings and a journey beyond the painting. And enlightend we.