The leaves fell,
Their minds felt.
Those eyes see,
Those hearts melt.
A view surrounding a light colour,
Apparently the sun shined bright.
Bright enough to light those eyes,
Bright enough to light their skies.
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"When someone draws a line, what do you think of it?"
The professor asked everyone as he drew a line with a chalk on the board.
It was not entirely straight like a ruler, not curved. A normal line. It's something ordinary.
Not something special.
"It's just a mere line."
These were the most answers given by the students. They weren't eye-catching.
"A line is but a line. Simple and ordinary, just like us."
Some of them tried making it sound poetic and philosophical. The teacher didn't mind it anyway, neither bad nor entertaining. But did the students really think like that - it's upto their imagination.
The professor asked the same question for two different classes. 3-A and 3-C.
Two students from the sections catched the professor's eyes respectively.
There was one boy from class 3-A who's answer quite made most of the audience, hence the other students, listen to him attentively.
"A line is the birth of a chalk. Chalk is the essence of life. Thus, a line is the proof of something's birth."
The answer piqued the professor's interest and he prodded the boy for a clearance and to elaborate more. The whole class stared at him in interest. Everyone's interest was piqued by him.
This guy was interesting.
But his answer was as hollow and deep as his eyes were, like an endless void.
"I don't think I have a reason to."
While in class 3-C, another brunette girl stood out from the rest. Unlike the boy's, this girl's eyes shined brighter as compared.
She was brimming with light, positivity and purity. They were sheering with enthusiasm.
"You say it's just a line but...I see something more."
This too, made the professor wonder for more understanding. But from the cold answer given by the boy from the other class, he expected her to have the same response.
But to his surprise, she didn't need any prodding to continue her explanation. She let herself say out words out loud.
"This line is a masterpiece." She begins, with a smile.
"When you draw a line, it's a part of something bigger. What I see is the completed drawing and it's the greatest drawing yet."
The professor was quite taken aback from this optimistic thought. Her philosophy is unlike other students.
How does she know, from the bottom of her heart, that something as simple as line, can soon be turned into a work of art?
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