Shikha knew she was gonna cry , really bad , but she could not and all she could do was stare ....... it was blank in front and all the details of the road were something she remembered very well. it was just as though she could draw the whole thing with one stroke of her paint , it was plain red and that was the image she wanted to paint........
she could see herself falling from a cliff, someone stood there at the top and she knew someone was looking for her , she was not sure whether the person wanted her to fall off and begin all over again or just wanted her to remain clinging there . it was plain painful . she could hear the temple verses and it haunted her..........
if only she could paint everything red, just as the sky she imagined , a sky that was red, a sky that had no clouds, something that did not give hope , something that did not raise curiosity.....
maybe it was tough to paint , to strike the brush , to form the colour she wanted to see.
she stood staring at things, she did want to move , but there was nothing red to hold.
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