Legacy

Life had a different note to play.The days were drowsy.The nights were fully fertile.She skipped the gone-by stories and tried to maintain poise between the past and present.The tricks she might try to say bye bye to her inner self that kept on ringing the bells of her charismatic career ,but she took  a halt  to discover that she was an unknown citizen.She paid her tax,she felt she could  relax with a branded flavour to survive and support.What else she had to do in her life? Could she stay tuned and still feel helpless as the future was darker?

The young girl remained silent, but tried to peep into the telling tale of her life.

“Without Papa how can I survive?”she pondered.

Strange! She groped into  the dark and  could decipher the words that someone whispered in her ear.

“Life is like that only. Come on ! Fight fight.”That’s the only go.

And once more she wielded the brush and the colours became vibrant with life.Red,blue green and yellow with shades of creamy orange tried to sprinkle the water of life on the shades of grey dull withering weeds.The saplings came to life and spread the message of love .Creativity sparked with tenacity .

“Bless me Papa”she said.

The exhibition was to be held next month. She called her secretary.
"Is everything ready for the exhibition?"asked the lady.
After her father's demise she couldn't fathom the depth of grief that surrounded her. Her mother had left them already. She married another man with prospects and money. She never had thought about the small child who cried a lot. Her Papa lifted her in his arms, hugged her and kissed her on her forehead.
"Don't cry my child. I am here with you. I would fill your life with everything you wish for. "he said and their life went on. She felt akin with the paints and brushes that her Papa weilded in his shrunken hand.The paintings were sold now and then.Her Papa was happy with whatever he got from them.Everyday some new visions kept him attached to his work. He was an artist from the core of his heart.Most of his paintings were bought by the people who wanted to adorn their houses with them as the pieces of decoration. But they were hardly the connoisseurs who could feel what he had tried to convey through his paintings.

The other day a man came to meet him.
"Yes how can I help you?"asked the painter in tattered clothes.
"Well I would like to learn painting from you. I am ready to pay as much as you wish."said the man in his polished shoes. His appearance revealed his background. He seemed to be from a well-to-do family. He was vibrant with enthusiasm.
"I would love to. But there are few conditions that you have to follow. "the painter said.
"Yes I am ready to do whatever you tell me. "said the man in purple suit.
"You have to stay here with me. Whatever I eat you have to eat.Whenever I wish to teach you you have to learn.  You cannot share or show anyone your paintings unless I allow you to do so. Finally you yourself have to buy the materials needed for your painting .I can't provide you that.Are you ready for all this?"enquired the painter.
The man agreed and stayed with them. Their painting sessions started.Mostly it was in the early morning, but sometimes they worked in the midnight when everyone was asleep. The young girl felt forlorn. She watched them and was jealous. The young man had snatched her only asset from her. Now her Papa could hardly give his time to his apple of eye. He had never shared anything about the technical aspects of painting with her. She yearned a lot for her father's company.
One day she peeped inside the room where the man and her Papa had been sitting in front of the canvas.The man had been staying with them for a month, but had never talked to her rather he ignored her. The girl felt insulted and never tried to impress him. But it happened all of a sudden as her father fell ill.The man did everything to get him well. He failed. Her Papa became worse.One fine morning he asked the man to do a painting for him. The man obeyed and painted the dilapidated house with the old man and the girl. Tears welled up in the eyes of the old man.He blessed him and said
"Now you can sell your paintings. Please look after my child and teach her what I have taught you."
said the dying man and passed away.
The girl did not know how to control her emotions  but the man supported.
He married her and took her to his place .He started teaching her the techniques that he had learnt from her father .The exhibitions were held. The paintings of the girl were sold in higher prices. The man felt infra dig.
"You are not taking care of me"
"Why have you painted it yellow?It should be green."
were the regular complaints from the man.
She tried to pacify him, but everything was futile. He became violent and started drinking. She decided to leave her paintings and encouraged him to continue with his work. But he succumbed to his depression and embraced death.
Time passed by .Life had no meaning for her,but when she looked at the paint and the brushes she felt a sudden strength within her. She once more took the brush in her hand and collected her emotions.
The legacy should be carried on.None could stop  her from that.