Sunday, September 15, 2013

Short Fiction

Red, blue, yellow, green. Red, blue, yellow, green”, 21 years old Sameer kept reciting, looking at the four sketch pens he held in his hand. He had been doing the same with different pens, for the last two hours, as soon as he was bought home after getting discharged from the hospital.

Sharmaji cried looking at his son, not in dismay but with happiness. The black veil of blindness were finally pulled off from Sameer’s eyes. He could now see the colorful world around him.

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