Finally Louis decided to break the painting hung on wall in his small room. Neither two nor three, he will make a hundred pieces of it.
The lady, in her thirties, perhaps from some village on the countryside, always keep smiling in those frames. She would always greet him with a smile on his return from work. Though genuine, but at times it became quite difficult for Louis to greet her with the same.
He still remember how helpless he felt the night he shivered from pain. To make the situation worse, she kept that smile whole night. Though innocent.
It's been years Louis hasn't remembered her late wife who died of cancer that rainy night. It took him years to let go off the tears from his eyes.
Each time he sat on the chair and tried to mourn on the things he had lost, the painting wouldn't let him do so. The lady could be seen throwing a smile from the frames. Though pure.
His hatred for the painting got intensified today when he returned home being fired from the work and found that lady doing the same. Though solely.
He has nothing to be happy. Smile in his life has lost its meaning. There was no sense in keeping the painting.
He pulled and threw it hard on the ground. It was in fragments in a minute. He felt relieved.
As he bent down to pick the pieces, words written in a very small letter caught his eyes. He never noticed them.
It said- " I have smiled when the disastrous wind from the doors conspired to break me into pieces. I smiled during summer when the intense sun ray made an effort to pierce me. . So I did during winter while shivering.
I smiled in daylight. I smiled when you put the lights off. Yes I smiled in darkness.. I smiled in despair. My helpless yelling wouldn't have changed the colour of the walls."
He tried to look into the fragments. He saw the same thing. Each fragment was smiling.
He collected those pieces and glued them into the wall.
He exchanged a smile with that painting like never before.
Perhaps now he knew what life was meant to be.
' Keep Smiling'
The lady, in her thirties, perhaps from some village on the countryside, always keep smiling in those frames. She would always greet him with a smile on his return from work. Though genuine, but at times it became quite difficult for Louis to greet her with the same.
He still remember how helpless he felt the night he shivered from pain. To make the situation worse, she kept that smile whole night. Though innocent.
It's been years Louis hasn't remembered her late wife who died of cancer that rainy night. It took him years to let go off the tears from his eyes.
Each time he sat on the chair and tried to mourn on the things he had lost, the painting wouldn't let him do so. The lady could be seen throwing a smile from the frames. Though pure.
His hatred for the painting got intensified today when he returned home being fired from the work and found that lady doing the same. Though solely.
He has nothing to be happy. Smile in his life has lost its meaning. There was no sense in keeping the painting.
He pulled and threw it hard on the ground. It was in fragments in a minute. He felt relieved.
As he bent down to pick the pieces, words written in a very small letter caught his eyes. He never noticed them.
It said- " I have smiled when the disastrous wind from the doors conspired to break me into pieces. I smiled during summer when the intense sun ray made an effort to pierce me. . So I did during winter while shivering.
I smiled in daylight. I smiled when you put the lights off. Yes I smiled in darkness.. I smiled in despair. My helpless yelling wouldn't have changed the colour of the walls."
He tried to look into the fragments. He saw the same thing. Each fragment was smiling.
He collected those pieces and glued them into the wall.
He exchanged a smile with that painting like never before.
Perhaps now he knew what life was meant to be.
' Keep Smiling'
Extraordinary write. 😊
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