Her Canvas

She lived a colorless life, doing what she was supposed to do. Deep within, she hoped one day there would come someone to paint her dull canvas. Seasons passed, and yet came none...

Still, she carried on with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. She knew happiness is in giving, and she gave with all her heart. Wherever she went, she left behind fragrance, one that emanated from the depths of her soul. Many a face she lit up, many a joy she conjured...

And then one day, when she woke up, she saw she was not plain anymore. The canvas had been filled with the colors of her soul.

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P.S. The above lines were written for this post on Vishesh's blog. He had held a contest of sorts for his readers. We had to write a poem or story based on these three pics and then he held a poll in which I was a joint winner along with Manoj. He holds them regularly to encourage good writing and it is a contest only to make us give it our best shot. Isn't that a nice thing? There is an ongoing contest here right now. Do try taking part. Hearty thanks to those who voted for me :)

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