I was tired, frustrated and broken.
Broken between work and house I was literally struggling to balance both but I was somewhere losing myself. I never got time for myself I don’t remember when was the last time I sat by the window and had my tea.
I was working on my project, had kept cooker, was getting constant calls, there was milkman at the door, I kept my phone and it started ringing again, there was noise of cooker in the kitchen, I went and turned off the gas, my phone was continuously ringing, I was on a verge of crying or I was angry I don’t know I took my phone and I threw it against the wall.
It fell. It broke into pieces.
I sat down, crying, my head buried in my hands. Everything was silent for that time and I felt good I liked that silence. I then got up and took the phone, the scratch card was totally broken, I peeled it out and kept it on the piece of paper. I looked at the scratch card and something came in my mind. I quickly went to my room and got the watercolors and paintbrush with me.
I sat and started coloring the scratch card. The color very beautifully filled in the spaces of that card, I then put in different colors and the mere look of it was exhilarating.
The way it was filling in the space, it was slow but it was attractive. I smiled after a long time I believe.
I slowly lifted the painted scratch card and I saw the imprint of it on the paper which was equally pleasing.
I then managed to set the paper and the card on the wall.
I sat by the window having my tea and looking at my fragmented piece.
Devangshri.