Day: December 28, 2020

‘Love, Hope and Compassion is shown when we help the needy……………………… and something else but my mind wandered away as the teacher droned on some more. I was mainly focused on the picture behind her.

A scene of real enjoyment as some poor children smiled for all they were worth. A monument behind them probably made of sandstone. Ugh! I needed to brush up on history or was it civics?
Three girls were smiling without a care in the world. They were playing with Holi Color. They were so happy but I didn’t feel pity for them instead I felt glad. Not at their misfortune, and I still wished they had better lives. I stand by the statement; Everyone should work for pleasure.
These young girls learnt a lesson not many got to learn, experience or feel. They had a harsh life, a tough time and an unfortunate ticket in the lottery of life but all that really mattered was that they were happy.

ANVI TUTEJA

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-with you till the end of the line, pal-

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‘Inspiration was the first thing that came to me when I saw my sister’s painting. She had many other pieces on display but this one really caught my eye.’

An artist looking from a hill at a picturesque valley equipped with an easel and armed with paint brushes just begging to be used. The paintbrushes were so worn out and full of color. Looking at it, it made me feel calm, free and with a sense of purpose. I could almost hear the leaves rustling and the wind in my hair. I felt the painter’s frustration in finding the perfect color to paint in.

I felt so creative, I was not in the valley or the hill I was lost in my thoughts. I felt like I could compose a poem as well as Homer or write a sonnet worthy of Shakespeare. I felt so enthusiastic to write. I never wanted to leave, for the first I felt confident about my writing. Just as my head was filled with these wonderful aspirations the source was cruelly snatched away from me. The painting was gone framed in a gallery with all the glory. I scowled at cruel life and horrid fate. But one more glimpse and I was content. It was like life scarred me and the painting was my ointment.

I loved my sister and all the paintbrushes and all the paint that made this paradise possible, this fantasy real and most of all this inspiration a reality.’

ANVI TUTEJA

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-with you till the end of the line, pal-

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