My encounter with watercolour in the 70s...

I did nothing much with watercolour in the 70s and 80s except for the two incidents that I remember till today. Once in the school, I was told to participate in a painting exhibition cum competition. I, with the help of my mother, painted  a rural scene and submitted it to my class teacher. I did not know whether it was accepted or not. Next, my mother insisted on participating in an art competition which was held in the city stadium. I participated very reluctantly and impromptu. When the session began, I did not know what to paint and started to draw what was in front of me - the stadium itself. With no formal training or knowledge in painting, I failed to draw the stadium too and I refrained from submitting an incomplete painting. Later, at the end of the competition, the paintings of other participants were on display. I was starring at them;  my eyes grew big and jaws gaped to see them. Some of the participants which were of my age or even younger had so much of talent! I almost stopped painting after that.