I woke up with an uncomfortable sigh, a gush of insipidity
perplexing me. A cool breeze touched my face, stirring my sleepy senses, through
the peeping window as I looked around; searching my phone hopelessly for 15
seconds all over my bed, only to stupidly realize that it was on my study table
safely plugged in to the charger. I hopped out of my bed, feeling better than
the morning, my last recollection of fever I was down with. I checked my phone,
4 messages, and 6 missed calls. It dawned upon me that I had slept over little
more than I had presumed. I went near the window to shut it but a feeling of
nostalgia descended over me as I stared at the overwhelming sky.
Looking outside the window, gazing at the defeating sun with
the faint color of blood scattering all over the sky as the nightfall emerged
to domination; it struck me how time has passed in a blink of an eye. Since my
childhood, I have felt deeply touched by sunsets. They sway me. A small period
of ecstasy, when the sun surrenders itself and let its colors paint every time
blending into a different, beautiful story. Sometimes fuchsia colored happy
times or rose tinted love story or at times crimson colored tale of grief,
something lost forever as the sun goes down till the shady colors wipe them off
the canvas.
A sky is indeed like a canvas, isn't it? It has the capacity
to absorb each color and portray them into the most captivating, surreal forms,
evolving every time I look at the same picture. This thought inspired me to
paint something on the canvas, a new story maybe ;)
This what I painted!I am a beginner and I hope to paint many more !:)
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