“Patterns are everywhere , Amma” said Akhil as he walked through the garden . A lazy snail with its spiral was making its way through a tessellation of leaves. The little boy sat chewing on his bread as he watched the leaves all curl out as tiny fractals. Today was Diwali the sky was full of colour and pattern. Sierpenski triangles danced with the Apollonian gaskets as Primary colours painted the sky. “Just like Piet Mondrian.” Thought Akhil. He watched the Newtonian fractals lights flashing in the door, of course it was a one point perspective. Leonardo Da Vinci wouldn’t want it any other way. As the Fibonacci spiral spun its light on the floor making the hissing noise of a Zamin Chakra. It was time to wake up. It was a dream. Yes it is always a dream in Akhil’s Math Wonderland. Everyday is a new pattern and everyday there is an artist and art who reveals the canvas.