Don8217;t let me down

Even in that dreadful state of health, she never stopped living for a moment. Her life was never devoid of colours. I used to watch her as she would dip the paintbrush in blobs of colours and then my Pablo Picasso8217;, as I used to call her, would put strokes of colours with a connoisseur8217;s eye. Her eyes would twinkle when she would see the colours speak for themselves.

Today as each time I see it, the warm colours instill in me some kind of faith in the abstractness, uncertainty of life. The vortex of the glow pulls me in it. There is a lot of energy and intensity in it. In life, there is a lot of tumult on the surface but inside there is a lot of depth. So much so that my thinking has been moulded for the better. I8217;ve begun to find meaning and joy in everything. I relate to this painting as I would relate to her.

There is a rock in the volatile sea just as there is something concrete inside yourself to which you can always hold on to. I know for sure that the sun will never go down on me. My room is flooded with its glow. It will watch me wherever I go. Sun, the centre of universe, life and energy giver, has given me my life, tying up the loose ends of the thread of life.