🎨 Anonymous's Canvas 🎨 ✅

My Gege never let his hold off from the handle of my wheelchair untill he received an urgent phone call from his office. Before leaving me there he gave me an apologetic look which really wrecked my heart into pieces. His gaze was unbearable. I could visualise how much my condition devastated him. I knew that every moment an unknown guilt was devouring him from inside, since he told me to wait for him in the railway. That guilt still hasn't gone, or maybe will never go. I tried to console him later many times at which he gave only a genuine smile, but I know he's still affected by that.

He told me to wait there since he got some urgent work to do in the office. Before going he promised me to be back within an hour. I didn't prevent him at which he emitted a genuine smile and took his leave.

I decided to be independent then. Rolling the attached wheels with my wheelchair I moved forward. I could see benches beneath those trees were either filled with couples or with families and children. Such a happy life. Well I do really miss those days when my parents, along with me and my elder brother used to come here.

Taking a long breath and a big stone over my heart I kept going towards the lonesome corner of the Garth. That was the place where I met him for the first time.

He was sitting under a huge cherry blossom tree on a bench, with a white canvas in front of him. Besides him there were numerous colours, pallets and brushes. When I saw him he just stroked the canvas with a brush filled with pink.

Since childhood I have loved seeing artworks and their processes. Being curious I rolled my wheelchair behind him. But somehow the cliche sound of the wheels manifested my presence near him.

"It's your favourite place right?"

The first question he asked without turning towards me, which somehow made me a little astonished.

"Umm are you asking me?"
I questioned him back.

"As far I know this is the most lonesome corner of the Garth and generally not many people come here. But you're the only one who's here now. So I asked you."

Taking a sigh I answered him,
"Yes."

"No wonder, after all this place is really beautiful."
He said while continuing his uneven stroking over the canvas.

"Is it your favourite place too?"

"Yes. Since childhood it's been my favourite place. This is the place which for the first time gave me inspiration to paint. It gave me inspiration to oscilloscope my thoughts on canvas. Since then the white canvases have become the place of my thoughts' emblem."

"That's really beautiful."

"What's your inspiration mister? Or maybe who!"

"My inspiration. My inspiration is Kobe Bryant."

"Oh so you're a basketballer. That's great."

"Yeah. I was."

"Why are you using 'was' ?"

"Coz I don't play anymore. Rather I won't be able to play anymore."

"Who said you won't be able to play anymore?"

"Can you not mock me please. Here all can see my condition."