Friday 27 January 2017

broken pencils

Samaya was a little pretty girl who loved taking care of her pencils. Black, brown, green, yellow, red and few other colours were her favourite. She would draw sharp mountains and straight rivers, and would write down the English alphabet with so much admiration. She adored her pencils, and nearly worshiped them.

One day, a little boy sat beside her in a drawing class. He was chubby and a bit of a bully. The other children disliked him for he would always pick on them. But Samaya was different, she didn't mind his behaviour, and the two became good friends in no time. It was only with him that Samaya would share her much loved pencils. He used her pencils to draw a colourful house, a huge lawn in front of the house, and a four-legged animal which was a combination of a dog and a cow. There were also two kids who stood in front of the house, one in skirt, and the other in trousers. The drawing meant a lot to Samaya, and she would dream of a house as such and picture herself and him standing in front just like how the kids stood in the drawing.

Days passed, and one day when Samaya was in the drawing class, she did not find her friend there, instead she found a note and upon it were two pencils, broken pencils. She slowly moved the broken pencils aside, and read the note. The words literally danced on the white page, capital letters and small letters, all jingled through the note. It read that her friend was changing his school. That day, Samaya didn't have any interest in the drawing class nor did she ponder over her broken pencils.

Life moved on, and amidst broken pencils and broken hearts, Samaya grew up.

8 comments:

  1. Aww this is so cute Short and simple. Thank you for sharing. :-) would love to read more of this. :-)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you jr! Will let you know if I continue this story.

      Delete
  2. Sorry for the delay - first day of Hyderabad Lit Fest meeting lots of old faces and authors exhausted by the end of the day. Short and sweet yet powerful story.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I hope you are having a great time meeting old friends and new authors! All the best, and thank you for leaving a nice comment!

      Delete
  3. Sometimes, Somber Actions May Activate Yearning Accreditions,in all its fairness a heart is a heart,
    Broken, Restive, Open, Known, Endowed full of Nicities and Naive thoughts, for all that there are..
    Pensive Endearings yet Nought Cease to ask and receive In need of Lost Souls

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Wow! You write so effortlessly! You're amazing! Thank you for teaching me!

      Delete
  4. The soul sees what it reflects in the mirror.. thank you for showing such kindness, it is but a reflection of your own..

    ReplyDelete

I would love to hear from you! Do leave a comment!