Unfaded Ink

I clearly remember I was always instructed by everyone in my house not to write on walls or on closet , but I never listened to them; from fairies to dragons I had scribbled almost my every favourite cartoons on the walls and on closet and at the end of the day my elders scolds me whereas my mother ( Guardian Angle of my life ) makes me smile be telling how beautiful I made them.

Now I am grown up but I still loves to watch and draw them , I do in my note books and dairies . But there's slightly a different case now I draw them in a storyline manner , I picture a story in my mind and then give them words and later I draw . Its more exciting and fascinating then what I did in my childhood days .

Do you know my room walls have a dull shade of green which is not pleasing at all , one who visits asks me every time to change it because they didn't match with my personality , well they are no way wrong , but do they know in the mid of night the hidden creatures and scenes all come alive , I met and interact with different type of people some are tall some are short , some comes to me and tell their story which I writes and there are many stories I tell them . We all laugh , dance , sing , paint together and what not .

Every night my mom sneaks just to check me whether I am enjoying with my imaginary friends and my INK. My INK which is actually unstoppable  , unfaded and never spoil my papers .

After I writes , my pen blink at me in satisfaction , the paper smiled with joy and my imaginary friends who celebrate after my every write up .

So this is me and my romantically involved relationship with my INK which gives me hope and reason to live . When no one around it becomes my friend with whom I can chat for long hours , when I am sad I pour my heart with it on a paper , when I am happy I celebrate with my INK . Yes MY INK I love it .

My possession my passion , one who defines me .

Welcome to my world of words , my journey with my INK .

©Aditi Srivastava