Cosmic Connection!

She wanted to run. Run away from all the misery. Run away from everyone and everything that once was her LIFE. She wanted to escape it a world unknown. A world with no expectations. A world which didn’t set boundaries. She wanted to just get away into a world which had no agony and distress.

And so she began her escapade. She ran without bothering which road she took. She ran with no destination in mind. She didn’t wait for a second to think about the river she will have to cross or the hill she has to climb. All she did was flee. She crossed the paths shredded with stones and managed to get out of the deep jungles. But, none of these could stop her. She continued despite running out of breath. She neither quenched her thirst nor gave a moment of rest to her worn-out legs.

She ran like never before and like there is never after.

But as she did this, lost in her own woe, she didn’t see the guy running beside her. He tried hard to keep up with her and match her pace. He tried in all his might, for her to see him and kept up with her. When he would manage to get close enough to grab her hand, either her pace would increase or he would slow down. Just like her, nothing could deter him too. He was persistent and wouldn’t let her get away.

Finally, he had to take his leap. A LEAP OF FAITH. He had to take the plunge because it was now or never.And so he did. He took the leap and successfully grabbed her hand. Never to let go. She seemed stubborn initially but he knew she would soon feel the thorns beneath her feet and will stop. He knew she will have to look around and realize that when they both are together, life was beautiful.

She had to see the blooming flowers and not focus on the thorns.

She had to feel the gentle river than worry about the rough waves.

She had to hear the music of the chirping birds and not of the people who cussed.

He wanted her to love the warmth of the Sun without worrying about the coldness that moon brought along.

He wanted her to feel the breeze on her lovely tresses and not tie it up in a bun anymore.

He wanted her to feel so secure when she held his hand that, she would want to stop escaping.

It wasn’t easy at all. When he held her hand, he was taken aback by the force with which she moved forward. He was bothered by her reluctance to bounce back. Yet, he didn’t let go of his grip. After what seemed like eternity, he was successful. But, it took time. Even though she did not hold his hand, she did allow him to hold hers. This was a welcoming sign. The only sign he ever wanted. He knew how to build it on from that very moment.

Because, all along he knew they two were part of a cosmic story.

A story that was yet untold.

Saludos,

HPK!

Myriad of Colours!

People were scattered around in the large hall murmuring amongst themselves while admiring his painting. Paintings displayed, were of various genres with abstract paintings in the lead. While some huddled in groups to discuss earnestly about it, others contemplated on what to buy.

Like always, he sat in the corner observing them all. He always found it amusing when the guests behaved so sophisticated and came well dressed to a painting exhibition because on the hindsight he would be so messed up and immersed in paints to create the final product. With fine-wine being served, he wondered if this had become more of a social event as majority of them present had absolutely no knowledge about art. Their attending and buying at the event were mere acts of bragging the social status.

He was renowned for Abstract art. When any of his art is sold, he followed a ritual of asking the reason for customer’s indulgence in his painting. Most of the times, his conceptualization of the art would be in no way related to that of the customer. It amazed him on how the creator and receiver could perceive the same art so differently. Having said that, he still listened to the consumer’s perceptions, understood their insights and sometimes couldn’t help but laugh off their assumptions.

This was just one such day. A regular successful day with most of his art already sold until his employee informed that one of his canvas is back on display as the customer has changed her mind. For a moment, he was taken aback, but then the curiosity to know the reason crept up. And off he went to meet her. The lady wasted no time and apologized as soon as he approached her. She mentioned that she was buying it for her 8 year old daughter who loved to paint but was unable to, because of all the medications and hospitalizations. She further added that, her kid was the one who rejected the painting as it was COLORLESS and it made her feel more gloomy. 

He couldn’t utter anything more because the word “COLORLESS” had left him flabbergasted. This little girl had managed to strike the right chord of total relevance so effortlessly. He then realized, that all the paintings in this exhibition were only in black and white. In fact, the ones in the making were no different too. Worst of all, he couldn’t recollect the last time he used other colors except for the blacks and whites.  

He still couldn’t believe that a little girl had a view which a renowned painter like he did not or probably had lost in time. It was an irony that he was painter. A painter who created dull canvasses. Colors had gone out of his life for a long time now and he had not even noticed it. He soon realized that while monotony had destroyed his creativity, money and fame had diminished his Imagination. Frantically, he went back to his studio and was aghast to find that all the colors he was left with were the two shades of Black and White.

He pondered, how he had stopped noticing the YELLOW and ORANGE shades in sun-rise and sun-set. He neither noticed the BLUE waters his sea facing balcony opened to nor observed the GREENS in his rooftop patio. He had missed watching myriad of colors. From the ravishing RED in the newly blossomed roses to the PURPLE orchid that added to the décor in his living room, he failed to notice it all.

“I can’t let this continue “he murmured to himself. He wanted all the colors back in his life. He wanted them to surround him and block away the dullness of white and black. Without wasting too much time, he went to his loft and got all the colors which remained unused. He spent the entire night painting. Using all the shades, he painted a huge multi-hued rainbow in the wall of his living room. To make it look lively, he let the clouds float and birds flock around the rainbow. Now, there was life in his room.

He was unstoppable. He then grabbed some glass paints and drew angels and butterflies in the huge sliding glass doors of his balcony. This time he did not bother about the money it will fetch or what is it that a customer wants. He just continued painting until his heart filled with ecstasy and contentment which no amount of wealth could match. He continued, until the ray from the rising sun, hit his balcony and filtered through the glass and eventually all his paintings. The golden rays mixed with the shades of the colors from the painting spread across the living room and lit it up in MYRIAD OF COLORS just in a matter of minutes.

He had finally managed to bring all the colors back into his colorless life. He did what he loved. He killed the monotony and relived his Dream. After all, he was a painter. Along with a brush, right colors, his creativity and the PASSION he could even recreate a heaven.

That’s exactly what he did.

HE PAINTED HIS PARADISE AND IN IT, HE WENT.

P.S: The painter in the story is all of us. We all are victims of a life where passion takes a backseat and only Money is of utter importance. Do not let that happen to you. Because it steals you of all the colors which is happiness and contentment your life has to offer. 

Do what you love or Love what you do,

HPK!!!