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| You can only to what you have given you heart and soul |
this is the story of a canvass and an artist:
some time back there used to b a canvass
holding a sheet of plain white paper, standing at the side of a road.
ppl come and use to sprinkle few colors here n there and draw some meaningless lines on to it.
funny that no one tried to draw up some meaning on the paper...
one day an artist came across it
he gave it a thoughtful look and then
wrapped up the canvass in his arms and strolled away
he stopped at a sea view
put the canvass down and started creating some meaning of the lines and scattered colors
by the end of day he put up the canvass and walked back home satisfied
he worked on it with all his heart and soul day after day
after few months of his untiring work he stopped and looked at his work
he smiled a smile of utter satisfaction
ppl now started admiring what they see on the canvass
now the canvass had no space left to give the artists imagination a sky
the artist kept his this piece of work caringly
untill one day he met someone whom he thought worthy of his beloved painting
the man took it away and hung it on a massive wall of his house
it was admired by every guest
but it was not being loved as by the artist
the canvass felt lonely and new it would never see the artist again
the artist who gave it the life and meaning
and that saddened the canvass even more
but nothing could b done
dayz turned in to weeks and weeks in to months
it hung there in silence occasionally being brushed for dirt
years passed......
the wall worned out...
and so did the painting
dust eloped it
it looked dull
but the colors so lovingly filled in by the artist were still bright and alive
the canvass waited.....
for someone to come
and value it like the artist did
but nobody came
it lay there countless of hours
and then one day it died cloistere, alone-full of misery but all in its heart.........
