Life in my living room had become black and white. One fine day I decided to make it look colourful. I painted the wall in front pink. No, blue, sky blue. The wall looked beautiful with the light falling on it from the tall lampshade on the right. I was lying idle on my sofa, and besides me on the side table to the left was an old telephone.
Tring tring … it hardly rang but when it did, it brought nostalgia to my black and white mind. I had decided against the colourful mind. I thought maybe a picture frame in front might do the trick. When I went to the store it read, buy one get one free. I was quite happy with the deal. Now when I sat down on my couch I had two empty picture frames. Oh I decided to keep them empty.
I would sometimes wave my imaginary brush against the canvas in the frames. Slowly I kept adding colours to it. It was almost complete, just a little away from picture perfect. Then the phone rang with a different tone, maybe like ring ring. It was not the usual one. But then it brought colours to my mind. It told me to paint my wall all pink and I did. Then it told me that it would never ring again and there I was waiting for it to ring.
I overheard the pictures whisper; he is real funny and keeps us entertained. Why not be entertained, let the lights go off and let’s scare him to his wits. Let’s keep ourselves entertained. I emptied both the bottles of black and white again on to canvas, and there it was once again black and white. I sat back and looked at the wall, it had turned pink. Then the phone rang Tring tring. Yes the lamp was still standing tall.
