Since I was asked to give a resolution to the story, this is how I ended it in the final draft. for the first half of the story click here
Who sang the song? Who did that voice belong to? Why isn’t he able to hear it today? “Sing to me! Let me hear that music again. Why are you so hidden? Come and let me paint thee, give you a form, a life and dress you in various shades!”, He cried out aloud. It was then that he realized that a perfect picture cannot be redone. Any attempt to do is futile and pointless. Somebody needs to tell this to the colours
No comments:
Post a Comment