🎨 Anonymous's Canvas 🎨 ✅

"No."

"Physical disorder isn't even a problem if you've strong will. Even I know of an Indian lady, Sudha Chandran who doesn't have a leg but still made her name as a dancer and an actress. To them physical disorder wasn't even a problem. Their main problem was mental disability which they had to overcome at first and they did that. So you see, in front of strong will power nothing is impossible, not even any disease or any kind of disorders. You always need to overcome that mental paralysis which won't let you do anything at first but once you'll overcome it, nothing in the world will be impossible for you. "

Those words somehow seemed like a sweet melody to me, it raised that subconscious part of mind which was almost dead after the accident. Something kept telling me again again, to rise up and stand against all the prohibitions of life.

"How can you talk so beautifully? I've never heard any person talking so beautifully like you. "

I couldn't help but blurted out.

He again gave a chuckle which this time didn't seem as an insult to me but seemed only as an enchanted melody tune.

"You're the first one who said this Raven like rough voice, beautiful. Haha. "
He joked.

After that we didn't talk. An awkward yet pleasant silence engulfed around us. I kept seeing how he made a beautiful aesthetic over the canvas with his two hands. Sprinkles of colours were evident over his white shirt. I didn't even realize how much time had already passed.

"Your painting is so different."

"Really? "

"Yes. The colour combinations are really unique."

"Haha.Again you're the first person who said this. "

"No really. It's beautiful. "

"You know everyone has the capability of creating different art styles, since everyone has a different and unique pattern of thought process."

"So according to you, a callow person like me can create artwork too?"

"Ofc, you can. Wanna see?"

"Yes."

"Give your left hand then."

"Why? "

"Aiyaah don't question. Just give it. "

I did as he said. I raised my left hand towards him at which he held up the colour pallet of his.

"Dip your hand into this. "

I was going to hesitate but something didn't allow me to do so. As per his words I dipped my hand into it. After I dipped my hand he smiled and dipped his right hand. He kept the pallet aside and then kept his right hand over that canvas over which he painted so beautifully all this time.

"Keep your hands beside mine on the canvas."

"But it'll mess up your beautiful painting then."

"Don't worry, it won't. Believe me it'll make the painting more beautiful."

I gave a smile and kept my hand over the canvas beside his hand. Before retracting our hand never did I expect that after imprinting our handprint it would turn out to be so beautiful.