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COLORS
The Green Crayon, which was meticulously held in between tiny fingers is, incessantly moving on the thick paper of the drawing book, filling the leaves. And then at the same moment, the Yellow Crayon which was held by another tiny hand is, filling one of the petal of the flower which was bonded with the leaves, through a stem.
They are filling the colors in a drawing, together...
There are some indifference's between them; they argue with each other and they even fight for some times, but at the end of the day: they can be together; because they're brother and sister. And right now, the most important thing on earth, for them is:not fighting, not arguing but coloring.
The charcoal black outline of the drawing is, slowly, feeling completed because of the colors, filling inside.It was like as if the drawing is slowly getting life.
What good? What bad? What right and whats wrong? nothing matters at this exact moment, for Ruhi and Adi. What matters the most is, filling the colors, to that drawing, which was laying on the drawing book, colorless.
"Adi bhayya! you're doing it wrong, your Green color is crossing the outline."
"Haa.yeah Ruhi! thank you for reminding.You see, that second petal of your flower! your Yellow color is crossing the out line."
"Thanks bhayya. I'll color the remaining petals carefully."
A creaky noise of door, which was suddenly invaded, disturbed them.They glanced at the door, to see him.
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Raman looked at them astounded. A little overwhelmed by his sight, trying to believe the image that he never seen before, but, always hoped to see.He stood at the door step of the Ruhi's room, where he was seeing something unusual, his daughter and son, doing something-- together.
Any other Dad in this world would not be surprised that much on seeing his daughter and son together; but, Raman Kumar Bhalla is exception for this, because of all those complications in his life.
He stood still etching the image of his sight,in the canvas of his brain, for forever.Because he is not sure, when could he see them, like this, again: together.
"Papa?"
"Dad? "
"Papa.. you see.my flower is great naa?"
"Dad.. my leaves are great right?"
"Papa you love Adi bhayya more than me,so you love that leaves.hainaa?"
"Dad you love Ruhi more than me,so you love that flower.right?"
Raman walked towards the bed and sat beside them.He was bewildered with their questions.Its not because: he doesn't know what to answer them but its only about: how to answer them..
"I love this leaves as much as I love this flower and I love this flower as much as I love these leaves." Raman said taking the drawing book in his hands, looking at that, as if it is the best art that he ever saw in this world.
"This is beautiful" Raman said with awe and admiration.
"Papa, Its still incomplete .." Ruhi said, her voice was sad.
"Dad, we still have to color that stem" Adi said.
Raman took the both yellow and green crayons in his hand, And then he colored the stem, first with yellow and then with green, mixing the two colors which turned into a new shade.
"See, now its completed" He said to them, before leaving the room; and his heart filled with a never experienced joy...
Udne Ki Aasha
Cricket
