characters:
1. sachin : protagonist
2. purvi : femal protagonist
3. chitra : purvi's mother
4. sandip : purvi's father
5. kiran : secretary of sachin
BLACK
at the house of art collection...
" i don't know, tumhai in purani chijo mein kya najar ata hai pata nahi " chitra said...
" tumhqre samjh mein nahi ayegi... inhi chijo mein ek alag hi najakat milta hai " sandip said...
" mujhe to kya kisi ko samjh mein nahi ata hai... ghar mein agar guest ate hai toh sab kuch chod char ke... sab puch ne lagte ... yea kya hai... vo kya hai... fir mujhe history ka book khol ke beth na padhta hai " chita said...
" ab tumne history ke classes thik se nahi kiya to main kya karu.. " sandip said...
" kuch kha apne " chita glacing at him...
" maine kaha har koyi asli hire ko ( diamond) phechan pata hai kya ? " sandip said.
" ha hire ka namu na to yehi hai na ( marking towards a painting)... bus canvas ke upar colours ko pekho... thoda yaha gandha karo thoda waha gandha karo... " chitra said..
" jii nahi... inhi paintings ke andar bohut sare meaning present hai... bohut sare feeling chupe hai... jo labo ( lips ) se baya nahi nahi hota hai " sandip said... " yea painting kisne banaya hai pata hai ?"
" kisne " chitra asked...
" usne " pointing toward a man...
" isne " shockingly said...
" sachin nam hai iska... famous painter hai.
vo apni bate esehi baya karta hai... vohi log is pe chupe bate ko ehesas kar payega jo iske ehesas ko mehesus kar sakega... " sandip said...
"mujhe yea paining chahiye " man daid loudly...
" that's not for sale, main baraya na apko phele " kiran said annoyingly...
" to is painting ko yaha rakha kue hai... jab bechna hi nahi hai " man said..
" sir ne ise bechne ke liya nahi rakha hai...ek kam kijiye aap sir se hi baat kar lijiye " kiran said...
" sir sir... " he went to sachin...
" what's happen " said asked..
" sir ek customer us painting ko kharid na chahata hai "...
" inhai samjha do vo painting bech me ke liya nahi hai "... she said...
" maine kha... par sachin vo maan nahi rha hai.. vo thoda sa sanki hai.
mujhse vo handle nahi hoga... tum hi chalo
.." kiran said...
" chalo "...
they were came there...
" sir hum apke liya kya kar sakte hai "... he asked gently
" ek kam kijiye mere liya vo painting pack kara dijiye vo kua hai na... mere bete ko vo wali painting vohut acha laga hai... " he said happily..
" sachin cool down cool down... bohut sare log hai " kiran whispered in his ear..
" dekhiye har vo chiz jo app ko passand aye , app hassil nahi kar sakte hai...har khubsurat chiz ked karne ke liya nahi hota hai... kabhi kabhi khubsurat ko behene dena chahiye . isse us khubsurti ki mehak aur bhi zyada ho jata hai... wesi hi is painting ko maine logo ke akho tak pohocha ne ke liya rakha hai.. ghar pe ked karne ke liya nahi... he said gently...
" baate bhi bohut acha karta hai " chitra said...
" chalo milke ate hai " sandip said...
" sorry sir main yea khubsurti ko paiso ke badle nahi bech sekta " sachin said...
" thik hai agar aap itna khe rahe hai toh fir dusra painting dekhte hai... " man said...
" kese ho sachin " he asked... ; a sweet happiness was in his voice...
" main thik hoon aap kese hain... " sachin asked...
" main toh abhi bhi jawan hoon " all laughed .. " dekho aaj tumhari aunty bhi ayi hai mere sath... "
" hello aunty " he greeted
" hello beta "
" wese kis painting ko leke itna bawal ho rha tha.. " he asked ...
" is ke liya " ... sachin and kiran stepped back from it...
" yea " she asked shockingly..." kese "...
" kya huya aunty... " sachin asked...
" tum ne ise banane se phele kya dekha tha ise " sandip asked...
" kya baat kar rahe hai uncle aap " mockingly he said ( touching the painting) maine to sirf meri imagination ko canvas pe phahelaya hai... yea hakikat kese ho sakta hai..."
" par tum kese..." she said...
" bohut achi bani hai... kisi hakikat se kam nahi hai... balki hakikat se bhi acha bana hai... great job... " he appreciated him happily... " ab hum.chalte hai... "...
" kiran kisi ko yakin nahi hota hai na ki main esa bhi painting bana sakta hoon " he said
at home...
" i can't believe, how it's possible... " chitra said loudly.. " apne dekha ..dekha apne... "
" kya huya mammy ap iitna hyper kue ho rahi ho... aur kya believe nahi karne ki baat kar rahe the " purvi asked...
silent was in the house like it consumed all sound...
" boliye " he ordered him...
" hum art collection house pe gaye the... waha pe ek painting dekha " he said...
" hmm voto aap aksar jate hai " she said...
" us painting mein tumhari chahera nikhar rha tha...uski bhi wesi hi akhe hai jesi tumhari hai... uski bhi wesi hi nak jese tumhari... uska bhi wesa hi chehera jesa tumhara... sif ek hi chiz ki kami hai... ( seriously) us chehere pe ek dimpal wali hasi tha... jo is chehere pe nahi " he finished...
" ispe believe na karne wali konsi baat hai mammy... duniya bohut hi choti hai... hum kabhi na kabhi kisi na kisi se milte hai...sayad... " she finished...
" par kese beta... vo dekh hi toh nahi sakta hai... he is totally blind..." she said...
at the art house...
" being a painter i have only one colour i.e. BLACK... my day is black. my night is black. my canvas is black. and this colour , this colour not only a colour , this is my shower of imagination . here my imagination has no bounds.
( touching the painting) you are my imagination. i want to spread your beauty though this colours and i know it will be ..."
next morning...
" mujhe sachin ji se milna hai " purvi asked to kiran...
" aap... "..
" ha main..." hesitantly said... " kya vo mujhse milenge... "
" ha ha kue nahi ayiye... " kiran said...
in the garden...
" sachin... koyi mil aya hai tumse..".
" kon " he asked..
" vo.. vo... jo is painting mein hai "...
" what... majak kue kar rha hai tu...tujhe pata hai na mujhe ise leke koyi majak passand nahi "... he said..
" majak nahi kar rha hai vo "... purvi said...
" tum kon..."...he asked... " kiram tum bahar jao..."
" main vo hi hoon... jo tumhare us painting mein thi..." she said...
" s..ac..h..mein..."
" mere papa ne kal appke waha se ake... mujhe bataya... vo kafi shock the...ki apne mujhe bina dekhe ekdam perfect meri painting banayi hai...isiliye main aaj app se milne ayi hoon...mujhe bhi toh hak hai na us painting ko chune ka..." she finished...
" ohh acha toh aap sandip uncle ki beti hai... mujhe nahi pata tha... yea sayad coincident hai... mujhe nahi pata... main isko kya kahu...main abhi kuch soch nahi paa raha hoon "...
" kya main dekh sakta hoon ek bar please "..she request..
" ha kue nahi ayiye... " ...
" yehi hai " ...
" main ise ek bar chu sakti hoon sirf ek bar " she asked...
" ajib hai ( aside ) ha ha kue nahi.." he said...
she touched it , she felt it .a few drops of tear came from her eyes... after few time she said...
" sach mein aap ki kya tarif ki jaye... bohut hi bariya painter hai aap... aur yea tarif aur bhi dugna ho jata hai...kue ki aap dekh nahi sakte...ek blind insaan itna acha paint kar sakta hai... it's just all beyond everyone's thought... "
" jii " he said...
" ab main chalti hoon..."...she said...
" suniye rukiye... aap jane se phele ek baat boliye ki is painting mein kya kuch kami hai... i mean koyi chiz adhuri hai kya... toh main use pura karunga...aap ko to pata hi hoga na..." he said...
" papa ne sirf yehi kha tha ki... is painting mein ek dimpal wali hasi hai...jo meri chehere pe nahi..." she left...
" kyaa... chali gayi ehesan jata ke... main blind hoon na... mere liya kitaa muskil hai sab..." he said..." kiran tu hai kya "
" ha main hoon " ..
" acha tu hi pata... usmein konsi chiz sabse khub surat thi... vo kese apni bal banaya tha... bal khule the yea fir bandhe huyi..."he asked...
" voo..."
" vo sab chod uski akhe kese...the... sab se attractive hai na...insaan ki akhe hi toh sab kuch khe deta hai "...he said
" ha akhe bohut khubsurat thi...but they are no use "...
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