🎨 Anonymous's Canvas 🎨 ✅

At that moment I heard a small chuckle from the other person which at that moment seemed a bit insulting to me. Before I could say anything he again said,

"I'm not mocking you. I know you don't have legs even though I didn't look at you."

This time I really became spellbound at the guessing power of him. I moved towards him a little but still failed to see the upper portion of his face properly since he was wearing a cap. But the lower portion of his face was good enough to make me guess how handsome he actually was. His cheekbones were perfectly made, as if God had taken a prolonged time just to give it a proper shape. A genuine yet beautiful smile was plastered over his pulp like lips, whose beauty was enhanced by a small mole beneath his lips.

"Thinking right, how did I know? Well I heard the sound of your wheelchair. From there I guessed.."

"....."

"Why are you thinking that you won't be able to play anymore?"

This question somehow broke me, broke me from inside. Unknowingly tear drops started coming out from eyes in a trail. Guess he again guessed I was crying.

"Hey be strong. Don't give up so easily in life."

"How can I even continue playing without any my legs? How can I even do anything! I can't even walk on my own now, so how can I even play!!"

At that point I broke into tears. I could feel him raising his hands towards me, maybe to pat me,but then he retracted it back. His hands were full of colours which might have made him retract his hand back.

"You know who's my inspiration?"

"Who?"

I asked while wiping off my tears.

"Stephen Hawking, the great physicist."

"I heard about him."

"Do you know why I admire him?"

"Why?"

"At a young age he was diagnosed with an early-onset, slow-progressing form of motor neurone disease that gradually paralysed him over the decades. Even after the loss of his speech, he was able to communicate through a speech-generating device-initially through use of a handheld switch, and eventually by using a single cheek muscle. So you see, in spite of having such difficulties too he still became the great physicist who gave theories over quantum mechanics and also worked over the theories of black holes."

"But he had a great personality. I can never be like him."

"Who told you to be like him? Inspiration doesn't mean to copy someone or to be like him. Just make that person to be your way of moving forward in life. Know about that person more, know he overcame everything in life, try to know how he won in life."

At that answer I couldn't utter a single word but only kept staring at the obscure face of his. His canvas was then already filled with unique colour patterns which I never could've even imagined. Slowly the canvas was getting filled with a different kind of aesthetic.

"You know Lionel Messi nah! He's a famous footballer. He was diagnosed with growth hormonal disease which almost stopped his growth at the time. But did that problem make him stop in life? "