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Congrats everyone. And Shivam yours was truly amazing. Sorry couldn't write on this topic. But will write on the next topic Rang

Originally posted by: shruthiravi

Congrats everyone. And Shivam yours was truly amazing. Sorry couldn't write on this topic. But will write on the next topic Rang

Urmila was in her room. She looked at the still half finished picture. She has titled it Seasons. The painting was her way of expressing her moods, her thoughts once Lakshman had left for Vanvass. She didn't paint continuously. She will use the color that defined the mood that day. Sometimes the beautiful memories overwhelmed her and she painted the canvass with rich colors of green, yellow, pink and red just like the flowers that bloom in the spring. And whenever Urmila splashed those rich colors as if her mood was known to Lakshman even in extreme winter Lakshman was in high spirits. He could do his duty in a jovial mood. He teased both his Bhaiyya and Bhabi and didn't hesitate to pester his bhabi with request for food. He also managed to get the best of vegetables even in winter somehow. It was as if Urmila's energy was passed on to him. Then there were those days when Urmila felt the heat of separation was too much to bear. Days where she felt she wont last another day. Just like the rays of sun blazing through summer she painted the canvass with bright orange and gold. It was like her pain of separation was trying to find solace in the vigorous strokes of the painting brush. And interestingly whenever Urmila was in this mood someone will cross Soumtri's path the wrong way. And well that person can bear the brunt of Lakshman's anger. It was on one those days Shurpanakha had come to Panchavati and Lakshman had cut her nose and ears.

Hi guys, hope you all like this.

Trina😊

THE COLOUR OF LOVE

Urmila was sitting in the bedroom alone and admiring a beautiful painting. It was the potrait of her dear Lakshman which she had made just now.She was talking to this painting.

Yeh chitra kitna sundar hai, bilkul aap hi ki tarah aur kitna raangein bhi hai. Par phir bhi mujhe adhura sa lag raha hai.

Aao ko pata hai kyun. Kyun ki aap mere paas nahi hai na isliye. Aap ke yahan nahi hone se mere zinadagi mein se rang he chalye gaye hain aur raangon ke bina zindagi kitne adhuri se hoti ha na.

Aapko to pata hi hoga. Wasie aapko yaad hai wo din jab hum raangon ke baare mein baata kar rahe the aur apne mujhe bataya ki aapka pasandeeda rang laal hai.Kya din the wo.

Urmila was sitting in the bedroom doing her favourite timepass ie. making a painting.

Suddenly Lakshman entered the room and crashed with her. Due to this all the blue colour in her hand fell down.She became sad.

Sumitranandan, yeh aapne kya kiya.

Mila, maaf kardo na. Maine dekha nahi aur yeh toh galti se ho gaya.

Ab main apni chitrakari kaise karungi.

Mila, sirf ek he rang toh gira hai. Tum dusaare se karlo na.

Swami, haan wo toh main kar lungi par phir yeh chitr utna accha nahi lagega.

Kyun.Jaara mujhe bhi toh batao.He smiled at her and started looking at her while painted and talked to him.

Kyun ki pratyek rang ka apna ki mahattv hota hai aur uske bina chitra adhuri se lagti hai. Chitr he nahi humari zindagi mein bhi rang bahut mahattv rakte hain aur inn sab rang se hi humari zindagi poori hooti hai.Yeh humari bhaavanaen batate hai jaise ki-khushi, dukhi, gussa,...Aapko pata hai yeh.

Arey wah, meri Mila toh bahut buddhimaan hai. Yeh toh mujhe aaj hi pata chala.

She turned around to look at him.

Wo toh main humesha se hi hun. Par aapko nahi pata.

He came closer to her and held her from her waist.

Thik hai, maan liya.Par aapko kya ke mujhe yeh rang dekh kar kya yaaad aata hai.He said smiling at her.

Nahi.Aap hi bataeye na.

Yeh mujhe tumhari yaad dilate hai, Mila.

She looked into his eyes which were busy in admiring her and asked, woh kaise.

Yeh peele rang se mujhe chanchal aur utsaahit Mila nazar aati hai.Hare rang ke tarah khush aur haasmukh, neela ke tarah hosiyar aur nirmal aur haan,bainganee ki bahut sundar.

She was very embarrassed and she looked down.

Par tumhe pata hai mera sabse pasandeeda rang kya hai..laal.Kyunki woh mujhe us Mila ki yaad dilata ha jab wo gussa hoti..

Kya kaha aapne, main aur gussa.Gussa toh aap ki karte hain.

Arey, main toh mazak kar raha tha.Laal toh mujhe us Mila ki yaad dilata hai jo mujhse itna pyaar karti hai aur jisse mein bhi bahut pyaar karta hun. Laal yani humare pyaar ki prateek.

He then closed the distance between them and kissed her passionately.

Urmila kissed him back and they looked into each others' eyes.Now she was very shy and freeing herself from his grip, she ran away.

Arey, Mila. Haan laal rang mera pasandeeda hai par tumhe itna laal hone ki jaruurat nahi hai, he said laughing at his innocent wife.

She smiled backed remembering those lovely memories.

Haan, aap jaldi wapas aao taki mere zindagi mein bhi rang wapas aa jae aur wo adhuri na rahe.

Laal rang mera bhi sabse pasandeeda rang hai. Laal..yani pyaar ke nishani.❤️

Bahut accha story hai... I loved it... 😊 I wish that this story would never end

Gosh!Trina I have written something quite similar.

Originally posted by: LakshMila

Gosh!Trina I have written something quite similar.

Kitni milti hai hamari soch 😆

Now I need to change that!

And other left writers,someone please PM them about the topic and deadline as I am a lil busy.

Originally posted by: trina134

Sorry Mili

I didnt know that

But I know that you will write a better one soon

Mere dimaag ka too pehle hi dahi ho rakha hai itna lamba os likhna ke baad, I will also need time to think something