As a child, I had a box of crayons. One night, I was soon done with sketching my ‘drawing’, hardly realizing that the crooked lines and distorted circles, I called scenery.
And then, almost half awake and asleep, I overheard the crayon box. “I don’t like red”, said Orange. “Nor do I”, said Pink. “I sit at the top”, said Blue, “And I give color to the sun”, Yellow quipped. I couldn’t hear Green; I wondered what it’d say. Black said “Am the Universe” and everyone fought. Green spoke mildly, “I am the undemanding ground. Everyone starts from me and ends in me. I allow the burden and wordlessly absorb everything. I I am pristine, Oh I am Green”.
And Green, I colored my scenery first.
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