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Creative Writing: BLUE. GREEN. PURPLE. BLACK.

BLUE. GREEN. PURPLE. BLACK.


It was a pleasant Sunday evening. I was sitting in the park. I really love going to parks. Its peaceful and beautiful and I can just sit there and observe everything thats happening around me. I usually take my notepad there, and try to write down my thoughts.

So, I was just sitting on the bench admiring the pigeons when an old man, maybe in his seventy's came, looked at me, gave me a happy smile as a genuine gesture and sat down on the bench next to mine. It was a bit odd because the bench on which he sat on was somewhat dirty with pigeon waste and some spilled food, while there was a vacant place on mine. I thought maybe he was shy to come ask me if he could sit here, or maybe he just needed his own space. 

I wanted to look away, but surprisingly I couldn't. There was something about this man, something that made me keep looking at him. His strong aura kept my eyes at him.  

When I gazed at him for a while ,I observed that, he was again and again looking up in the sky and blushing. I was confused. But I thought it would be better to give this old happy man his own privacy, so I again distracted myself to the greenery.

After like 5 minutes, I saw a man selling balloons passing by in the distance. He was coming towards my path. All the children in the park excitedly and happily went running to him and started convincing their parents to buy them one. As the balloon selling man came near me, the old man beside me, got up, and started walking towards him.

"Give me four balloons please? Green, Blue, Purple and Black." he said.
"Here, that'll be 40 bucks, sir." he said as he gave those four balloons to the man.
"Thanks”, he said gently, “Also, keep these extra 60 bucks and buy balloons to your own children. You spend your day spreading happiness to other children. Your children also deserve to be happy." the old man said handing him a 100 buck note.

The balloon man was astonished. His smile was so big at that moment. He was so happy.  It felt like not only from the physical body, but he was happy from inside, from his soul.

After taking the balloons, the old man did something which left me with my mouth open. It made my heart beat so vigorously that it felt like it was just going to pump out my chest.

Looking up in the sky, the old man said " Hey love. Its our 50th anniversary today. See what I brought you? Balloons for you in your four favorite colors. I really miss you. I hope you were still here with me and we would be sitting on that bench holding hands with your head on my shoulder as we used to do for the past 50 years everyday. I also made your favorite dinner. Please come if you can." And as he said this last line, a silent tear rolled down his eye showing that he's really desperate for something that can never happen.
 "Well, anyways, here's a little something for you. Iloveyou. I hope these reach you to your beautiful place up there." he said as he released the helium balloons from his hand and they went straight up in the sky ,tangling each other, carrying his love.

My diary entry for that day was empty. I had no combination of letters that would help describe this strong feeling of love. So, all I wrote in that diary was ' Green. Blue. Purple. Black.'

- Harsh Jain

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