This content was originally posted by: Bobby1810It is awesome. Transports you into a dream world. Thank you for your creative writing.
This content was originally posted by: preeti.rwhen is the part 5 coming up ... 😭 waiting for it ...
This content was originally posted by: preeti.rplz continue ... atleast aap un dono ko jaldi se milaye aur baki ke 3 din likh daliye ... still waiting ...
"Hey!!Hello!" rajbeer snapped his fingers and preeto'e eyes jerked open. She had been foolishly standing close eyed and open mouthed. Rb seemed to ignore her moment of weakness and continued, "Now your turn". "For what?" preeto said in a small voice. The mere thought of feeling around rajbeer's face was making her go weak in her knees. "An irradiation and glory of colour is what a picture should give us"... said rb while smoothening out the edges and adding clay here and there. "Add colour. But..."...he scrutinized her... "might be difficult for someone who leads a pale colourless life herself." "WHAT? What do you mean?" Rajbeer chose to make his actions speak for him as he stepped around her..."I mean that"...and slipped his hands over hers... "you may need some help"... His chin rested lightly on her neck and his abrasive stubble prickled her cheeks. His voice deep and husky as it whispered, "Shut your eyes...wait...think of nothing. Descend with the painter and lose consciousness." She did exactly what was told. Not that she could help it. The feel of his soft touch on her fingers, dipping them into some pigments, slightly pushing along the soft clay. His fingers intertwined with hers as he rubbed her palms on the molten surface, the strokes of his colouring synchronous with the movements of his head. The entire process was tactile...his breath, his voice, his touch... the sensations of him all around her. Her soul was being dyed with the colour of his thoughts.
The dream was interrupted by his sultry voice, "Look."
Preeto couldn't believe. It was as if he had transformed his fantasy into a visible reality. She was staring at herself...only
it looked more alive & happier dan she had felt in a very long time ...and her head was covered by a red drape...she
couldn't take her eyes off it...partly out of the suspicion that, if she
turns around, rajbeer's preeto might just break into an infectious smile. "That's not you. She is a coloured state of grace and you..." Now
it was her turn to interrupt, "stop saying that, ok? I am very happy. I have
everything. In your words, I have all colours in my life" She had enough of his
taunts, but apparently he still had some left. "Yes of course.".... he took her hand... "You have yellow"....he
put a drop of it on her outstretched palm..."in the warmth and comfort of your family"... "Blue in the trueness of your
parents".... another drop is added and
then another... "The colour green from the loveliness of your sisters"... "Red
is the colour of love...that is shared between all of you. These are the colours that you hold in your
life Preeto." He looked
at her and she looked back defiantly, wondering the purpose of all his
rhetorical, if he just wanted to agree with her. He still held on her hand and
brought it close to her face and preeto was left speechless the second time in
a row. All the colours had mixed to become....BLACK...thick, solid,
definite, representing a lack of colour. "That's d void, the emptiness
that you live with. You have chosen for yourself, the shadow of the colours in other lives." Preeto was fast to
recover and she resolved not to be bowed down by such empty talks. "That's
rubbish. You cannot..." "I can and I will Preeto...because I can see what you
don't...everyone in your family has found happiness in their lives. Except
you, who searches it in their lives...instead of finding it in her own?" He
added a final drop of colour... "That's from me."....she looked into the
droplet of white which had suddenly torn through the darkness gleaming on her palm... "It implies
brightness...pure, shining and affirmative."
She looked into the eyes of the man who had loved her and maybe still
loves her. Who still despite all the years of suffering she had given
her...wanted her to paint her life with colours...colours from someone else's
brush? He wanted her to be happy... "Happiness is a direction preeto. Walk
towards it"...He tore away his gaze from her and walked away from her...&
Preeto was left staring at the place her happiness just stood a moment ago.
Please let me know how it is...press d like button/comment/criticize/suggest...
comment:
p_commentcount