Omkara picked up his art supplies and stuffed them into a satchel. It's been a gruelling first week of classes with no free time. Finally, he has the afternoon off, it being Saturday, and he was off to discover this beautiful campus in Edinburgh.
He had been a sullen, brooding teenager, uninterested in academia. His parents tried to force him into business school but he absolutely refused. Finally, Shivaay had sat him down and suggested he incorporate his love for art into obtaining a degree. So they settled for a degree course in architecture, made some calls and got enrolled into the University of Edinburgh Architecture course.
His bros visited for the whole first month of orientation, they had a great roaring vacation before they set off home and he started his studies. He loved learning about beautiful buildings and what it was inspired from. Learning new drawing skills kept him drawing and the reading didn't feel like work. Life was good.
He hopped on to his bicycle and rode to the nearby park. The whole place was so green and such a treat to his eyes. Every place felt like it could be a painting in his mind. He had been seeing paintings all week and was eager to actually put one down on paper.
He found a spot under a large shady tree, and set up his things. He leaned back against the tree and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, a picture captured his attention in focus.
A large tree stood majestic in the middle, its branches spread out far like canopy. Must be a hundred years old, he thought. Diagonal light beams strew through it, falling like a waterfall of yellow light, making the tree look divine , with gold flecks in the leaves among the green.
A girl sat under the tree, long haired girl dressed in flowy white tunic and leggings. She sat at an easel, painting at her canvas, occasionally dipping into her can of water and touching her palette. He sketched it all and kept it for coloring later.
He hopped on his bike and rode to the tree. The girl looked Indian, a slender, fair girl. Engrossed in her painting, she didn't spot him coming up. He looked at her canvas and was amazed at what looked like a splash of colored brushstrokes, but formed into a breathtaking visual of greenery and light. And at the center of her drawing, was a young man leaning against a tree.
Him...
"That's just so beautiful... " he whispered. She looked up quickly, hearing the distinct Indian accent. Her eyes smiled, pupils dilated with pleasure at the honest compliment. Faint colour stained her cheeks, and said "Thank you for being my centrepiece... " and he chuckled.
"Thank you too," he replied, and showed her his sketch. She laughed when she saw herself in her drawing.
"Hi, I'm Omkara... " he offered, "Year One Architecture."
" Rose... yeah, we're coursemates.." she replied to his pleasant surprise. He hadn't gotten round to making friends in class as yet.
"Rose... nice to meet you..!"
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