A cinematic and musical homage novel to #gen3 & #OGAbhira (#AbhiRa from #yrkkh).
A tale of broken characters who heal along the way... second chances exist... the jaded characters are honored.
Emotions are dealt better and all shades of thriller, ac...
I have used images to aid in storytelling, so please read through the texts to get the subtext and play the bgm attached when prompted to get the full experience.
Note: This chapter involves just memory reflections set across a few days so please follow along and enjoy!
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Of all the colors on the visible spectrum in our perception, white remains the most under appreciated.
Because to the average viewer who doesn't look beyond, it is the color of the blank canvas... meant to highlight the graphite sketches on the rough pages... of an idea, an inspiration taking shape.
Like Kairav's gift...an impromptu family portrait... with the missing members, their parents. Blessing their children in this new dawn.
"Bahut sundar hai bhaiya," Akshara caressed the portrait... especially the bunny smile of her father that was very reminiscent of her own. Extremely identical.
It is the color of pasty background, drowned in simplicity... meant to contrast vibrant hues of other colors that pop off against it.
"Abhi bhi ispe colors dalna baaki hai," Kairav took back the canvas from her hands as he placed it back on the easel. Beside the white palette with a mixture of vibrant tubing towers of meshed, dried and pulpy paint.
"Bas papa ko sabse handsome rakhna," Aarohi added with a soft wistful smile. "Nahi to upar [swarglok, heaven] se gussa karenge," she poked fun at their father's offended face whenever his photo was tampered with. Vansh and Akshara chuckled at her description.
It is the color of antiquity... masking off any personality from the image. Leaving you, the average spectator, to wonder what lies hidden in the age old mementos.
Mimi was near tears at their description, but their acceptance levied away the burden from her shoulders.
"Bas bas. Kittu ka mazaak banana band karo aur zara hume humari tasveer dikhao," she sternly requested. "Hum bas jawaan dikhne chahiye, baki hume kuchh nahi pata," she continued in a mirthful tone.
"Arrey Mimi! Apto Madhubala se bhi sundar lagri hai," Akshara added, holding her shoulder from behind the couch as the entire family was hovering around the portrait. "Dhat!," Mimi playfully scolded her.
