Our Painting...

We started painting our picture a year and a half ago. Both excited, both eager, both willing to do anything to make it perfect. The smiles were fresh, the laughs were loud and all the thoughts and future of the painting was haze and a bit distant...
The size of the canvas was decided, the easel was laid and the borders were very precisely drawn...we spent a long time giving each other space to match the borders and trim them when each of us started to draw from our own end...erasers were used...whitener was used to hide a few scratches as they were negligible and were bound to come due to our anxiety and excitement. We both looked at each other and stopped for a while just holding our brushes and paints starring at the white canvas. May be each of us had a picture in mind...may be each of us had part of the picture in mind...or may be we were just lost looking at the emptiness...now what?
How do we do it? Would it turn out to be ugly or would it be beautiful? We realized that each of us would think differently at times, each of us would have different perspective and emotions at times...but we still started off painting the same picture...
The colors in each of our pallete look so beautiful...they are also our favorite ones...its a mix of all...dark ones, light ones, bright ones and some weird ones too...
During this thinking mode I started looking around...I sneaked in pictures some of my friends were painting...each one with their own versions...I remembered the ease with which my dad and mom move their brushes...and sprinkle their paints...but I also remembered the times when both of them struggle very hard to work on a particular part of the painting to make it right...to make it better and to make it merge in other colors...
As I kept wanderign through my thoughts...my feet suddenly stopped starring at something...I couldn't move from there...in a corner of an allay my grandfather was pointing at something and showing it to my grandmother...it was a painting again...a PAINTING full of vibrant colors, splashes, scars, immense details, smooth as well as erratic washes...but somehow it had a deep meaning to it...after looking at it for a while they both smiled at each other and said...that's our 64 year old masterpiece...that's our life...and cuddled together. I couldn't stop the trickles in my eye...it was the best feeling so far...
I went back to our painting...cleared my mind, dipped my brush and splashed color on the canvas. I know as the other person starts putting in colors the painting will take different turns every time...sometime by mistake we will push each other or take each others space as we would be so engrossed in the painting...sometime other people may stop by and take us away for a while and sometimes we will just get tired and bored to paint further, soemtimes without intention we will end up throwing unwanted hues and strokes...you never know a person's frame of mind...especially when he is painting...
...I paused and thought of all this...closed my eyes and realized...I really want to paint this painting...as inside I just know it will be beautiful...it will be beautiful...just because at the end it will be OURS!
I hope I get to complete this painting with my Better - Half...

Sajal