I took an empty canvas; I had the thought of painting
something beautiful, something refreshing, something colorful. The constant honk
of horns, the blazing fire of economy, the silent fears of failure and madness,
madness of people, in people, to succeed, to defeat, to earn, to learn, to show
off, to blow off whistles, it was everything that prompted me to take an empty
canvas, a canvas where I can paint things, create my own world, create a
colorful world, at least bare minimum, a black and white world and just not
grey. I splashed colors on my white piece of paper, but nothing came upon, it
remained colorless or in other words, sober. I tried paints, crayons, imaginations,
definitions, everything, but nothing, absolutely nothing worked. In sheer
accumulated anger I took out the ball pen from my pocket and scratched the entire
paper and surprisingly it worked. I saw lines, blue, wide, bold lines. The
paper responded, may be this pen was magical. I recalled from the faintest
parts of my memory and I realized that it was a cheap, unsophisticated pen,
which I didn't even intend to buy. The purchase was forced onto me by a kid who
was selling pens on a traffic signal. To keep his assumed dirty hands off me, I
bought the pen without any resentment, though I remember a smile, a little
piece of smile decorated on his lips, on a 12 year old boy’s lips, who just made
a sale, which might just feed his family and suddenly I realized why the pen
worked. The canvas of life is actually full of colors we just choose to see
through them. Colors born from passionate hearts, colors born from motivated
souls, colors born from carefree smiles, colors born from innocent hearts,
colors born from smiles of relief and so many more colors that we breathe
rainbows every day. So just smile and open the windows of your heart, there
might be a rainbow peaking in.
