Warm sun rays were making their way to intercept the dense clouds and fall on the land moistened with dew drops of the last night fog. What a perfect day to give flight to her imaginations! The aura was enough to instigate the latent emotions to come on the surface. Dressed in comfy pyjama, hair curtailed in a perfect messy bun, and coffee mug in one hand she decided to paint her masterpiece.
With all sorts of color and paintbrush scattered around the canvas, she was sitting comfortably to let her idea mingle with her creative conscious. With the determination to paint her masterpiece she was looking for a perfect color to start with. She was confused whether to pick yellow, which brings with itself the joy and bliss, or blue which is the symbol of tranquility and serenity. However, nature conspired to be both; yellow sun rays engulfing the azure sky. Using both the colors in freestyle stroke she somehow painted the canvas green. Green which provides rest to the troubled souls was indeed giving restlessness to the lying piece of unaccomplished art. With the unsatisfied result, she thought ‘why not play with colors and make it an abstract art’. With different brushes and tools, she endowed the whole canvas with a spectrum of a rainbow. Like the circular stroke of Vincent van Gogh and calculated movements of Pablo Picasso, she tried doing every bit of what laureates did. At the end the result was not even close to her expectations; it was bizarre.
She again picked up the paintbrush but this time a little disheartened. Like her first attempt she still doesn’t have an idea how to go about it, but now she was also left with no enthusiasm like before. She then painted whole canvas black, somehow painting her own current self. Picking florescent hues she tried to brighten the canvas. Alas! No better result.
Emotionally drained that she wasn’t able to give justice to what she wanted, she decided to leave a masterpiece for another day. To sink in the fact that she actually destroyed the canvas which itself speaks volume when left white, is lying speechless even after being embellished with all the shades, she thought of going to park.
She picked up her sketchbook, crayons, and left to have a stroll in the park. The place was filled with little kids all drenched in mud, jumping in the water, and floating paper boats. She opened her sketchbook and started painting the happiness she felt after looking at the kids on a white paper. Creativity and imaginations rushed in veins along with bliss and happiness. She tried capturing the essence and gratification she felt on a piece of paper. After hours of drawing her juggling emotions, she paused and had a prolonged look at her drawing. Indeed, she had painted her masterpiece with her feelings!
No fancy paintbrush or bright fluorescent colors were able to create what her heart made possible