Ridhima was sleeping peacefully snuggled into her banket the curtains were flying with the cool breeze a small line of sunlight forming on the floor as the window was open slightly with the black screen shield on it preventing these rays to disturb her sleep.
She had figured out the solution to the generations-old problem of waking up due to sunlight but what she can do of her over-enthusiastic Punjabi Roommate. Keeping it calm isn't it in her blood or if she may Quote her roommate "Being Loud and Enthusiastic is what Punjabi's live for. If they are not one of these then it's a shame to be a Punjabi" and with a bang, she was already in.
"Ridhimaaaaaaa"
she bet that with the next such call she would have to make an appointment with an otolaryngologist. "Ridhimaaaaaaa" Yup, so otolaryngologist it is.
"Ridhimaaaaaa" with this third call I have both deaf ears and broken hands as she had directly jumped on my bed wiggling continuously as if she is on 1000 volt of vibrations. "What Muski.?" came my voice ironically sleepy and calm opposite to my mind's working direction which was neither calm nor sleepy.
"I can't believe it. you told me you never painted in life, lier" another irony that she came in her room to talk and now she is sitting with arms folded on chest and face on the other side as if she is angry with Ridhima.
"Yes, Muskaan. I never painted before in my entire life that I can recall" once again was a calm voice graced.
"Don't lie I have seen your painting" Muskaan was not talking a no today and this was doing nothing but making ridhima more confused.
"what painting you are talking about Muskaan" not getting even a word she was saying in her sleepy head
"Hello, the one from last night remember" she kind of moved her hands back denoting a yesterday and poking a finger on her head to think.
"Muskaan" came an irritating voice or Ridhima with her poking.
"Wake up Ridhima the painting you guys painted together last night. You with ARMAAN." she once again tried to wake her sleepy mind.
Finally getting successful in recalling yesterday's ridhima look at Muskaan with curious eyes as if watching an abstract piece of paint trying to figure out what those blocks were depicted for. Ridhima came out of her gazing stare with her snapping fingers "oh that. It's not making sense I know" Ridhima dismisses the talk trying to get back into her blanket to get some sleep back. "what are you talking about its paint perfect." Muskaan pulled her back on her butts before she pulls her blanket over her head again.
Not wanting to believe her idiotic appraisal ridhima voice it clear "Muskaan I never painted but I have seen few of them. I am familiar with whats painting looks like"
"And you are talking with professional here." saying that Muskaan just pulled in her arms wanting her to see what she saw in that canvas that rested in the living room to dry out last night.
"Muskaan leave it I know it didn't make sense" she reasoned but to be heard by the deaf ears. "it does ridhima come I will show you." finally she steps down from her bed thinking a min later she would be proven right as that canvas is filled with color in no symmetry and no shape.
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