Painted

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The rain was pouring yellow. Standing in the middle of the field the little boy was watching the fast movement of the clouds..fast..fast..fast..they moved..constantly changing the tattoos on the skin of the sky...

There was a hut on the hills , around which the rocks were yellow..yellow were the trees..the river where the sun went to sleep.

Yellow was his bicycle , his football , the road on which he ran , the faces of the people he passed by...

Time changes season, time changes colour !

Suddenly the yellows decided to go on a vacation in a winter. Time decided to appoint a new painter who painted only blue...light blue , dark blue , navy blue...

He slept in the blues of the brush of the painter. When he woke up , it was blue all around…the walls were blue , the air was blue , the cigarettes smoked blue , the radio sang blue, the pine trees turned blue...

Two years passed by...

One day...

A car suddenly stopped by him. Opening the door came out the beautiful daughter of a nobleman..her eyes were bright..refined was her walk..tender in her smile...

She came close to him ...putting her arms across his shoulder asked , “may I walk down to your house to turn on the yellow lights for you please!”

Comments

Anonymous said…
nice, though there's obviously a message/significance i couldn't grasp :)
August 22, 2008 at 11:34:00 PM PDT
Arunima said…
yellow yellow dirty fellow! :-)
August 25, 2008 at 9:38:00 PM PDT
Anonymous said…
kya da ...wers ur song ???
November 18, 2008 at 9:46:00 PM PST
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