I was a black and white sketch before she came.But you could see the reflection of rainbow when she shed a tear,She came,she filled the colour to my white,she coloured it like the best artist who would make his last drawing and then die,she coloured like a 8 yr old kid who would take care of the colours not leaving out of the line.In her eye,the entire galaxy summed up & when ever her hand was in mine,it felt like the the entire universe was in my grip.I was just 13 and to me she was a childhood toy,who i would keep in my room until i die because it had so many memories,the first few joyous smiles of my life,and the very first few tears which waited in the corners of my eye lids when i couldn't find it.As i crawled on the carpets of life,i saw the toy getting older,but as it grew old,the meaning in it grew too.It meant so much that i'd do anything to fix it even if a bare corner of that broke.But she was more difficult,she couldn't be fixed with glue, tapes and things i learnt to fix my toys with.She was the deepest of oceans in her heart,but the nip of my pencil broke,she sharped herself & started to colour the sketch more until one day she was tired,she couldn't stay in the lines anymore.She started drooling,the roughest colouring,like a pissed of kid who would not care about any lines but just cut them off.She was set up on fire.
As that happened,the corner of my sketch took the fire too,now as she coloured,the paper burned,until nothing was left for her to colour,and then she got up,found another paper and made her own sketch bcz i was nothing more then ashes.
As the toy who played the drums in santa's costume lost the batteries,my most wanted,my beloved childhood friend,my most adored,a toy whose eyes had my grime,pride,emotions,tears,and smiles,it broke.But i was just ashes,i was burnt and i couldn't be recycled, but she? She knew how to colour.The new sketch she made,had a nice family and herself in it,i just stuck that on my room wall. Because in the end everything shattered, but she? She mattered.Because the toy which made my childhood amazing couldn't leave my room.As i was a blacknwhite sketch,she was all colours. Just colours! 🙌🏽
As that happened,the corner of my sketch took the fire too,now as she coloured,the paper burned,until nothing was left for her to colour,and then she got up,found another paper and made her own sketch bcz i was nothing more then ashes.
As the toy who played the drums in santa's costume lost the batteries,my most wanted,my beloved childhood friend,my most adored,a toy whose eyes had my grime,pride,emotions,tears,and smiles,it broke.But i was just ashes,i was burnt and i couldn't be recycled, but she? She knew how to colour.The new sketch she made,had a nice family and herself in it,i just stuck that on my room wall. Because in the end everything shattered, but she? She mattered.Because the toy which made my childhood amazing couldn't leave my room.As i was a blacknwhite sketch,she was all colours. Just colours! 🙌🏽
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