🎨 Anonymous's Canvas 🎨 ✅

"Woah.You really have a great sense of art."

"Ah you're flattering me too much."

"No, I'm telling the truth. But why did you take the handprint of a stranger like me? "

He again chuckled softly and said a very unexpected thing which really became the 'quote of success' of my life. He said,

"When you'll become a famous basketballer, I'll say by shouting to people that see, my canvas holds the handprint of such a person who overcame all the difficulties in his life, who became a basketball player in spite of being disabled. I'll say that you didn't accept defeat in front of fate, you've fought till the end and reached the place you deserve. Believe me I'll tell everyone who'll see this painting."

The feeling was really unspeakable. I wanted to ask him something but then felt my words getting clogged, forming a lump inside my throat. Before I could say anything I heard a voice calling for him,

"Young Master. Finally I got you."

A person in his mid 40s came running towards him with a stick in his hand.

"Young master, you didn't even tell me that you're coming here. You should've told me."

"Uncle Li please, I feel suffocated sometimes staying among people. That's why! Anyways can you just help me by giving the tissue please? "

"Yes."

That person gave him the tissue box among which he gave me some to clear my hand and cleared his hand with some. He finally opened his cap exposing the upper portion of his face and ruffled his hair.

"Young Master , your mother is waiting. I'm already late. We should go now."

"Ah yes. "

This time he finally turned his face towards me. That beautiful smile never left his face. I could see his face properly, including his beautiful eyes. Those beautiful almond shaped eyes accompanied with big eyelashes, which made his face beautiful than any other girls. I smiled back , but my tears didn't listen to me. Unknowingly drops of tears gradually came out from my eyes knowing that those beautiful eyes of his were actually of no use. Yes you heard me right. He's actually visionless.

I kept smiling back in spite of knowing that he couldn't even see my smile.

"Goodbye then. I'll cherish this memory which you spent with me."

He said to me, but that smile still didn't leave his face. He raised on his feet while that person handed him over the walking stick. He said to that person,

"Take the painting safely. Make sure to reach my home safely."

He again faced towards me while saying,

"One day I wanna tell everyone how you overcame and won over your disability. Remember that okay?"

He bowed slightly. That's the last time I saw his charming smile. I saw him going away with the support of his walking stick, slowly and gradually having his evanescence in the far distance of cherry blossoms. The person with him wrapped up his stuff and took that canvas away slowly leaving a lonesome spellbound person behind. An awkward silence again engulfed me. Some petals of cherry blossoms slowly came down while some touched my face saying,

"Never Give up."

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Story Inspiration: The Eyes Have It by Ruskin Bond
( You should give it a try.. it's much different from this story)

UwU... It's an Oneshot this time... Well I'm really not that good at writing one shot, but this story then came to my mind...And if anyone thinking how can a blind person can draw here's a video for them-

I really sucks at depicting feelings. Sorry if I disappointed you..

So please give your honest reviews if possible... And if anyone wants part 2 of this story they can say, I'll write... Otherwise this story ends here....🌚

Stay safe and blessed always... Love y'all...❣️🍁