Not a straight line!A Story by Aarti SriramHe had grown rich and a famous artist . He had a comfortable life and
was going the family way. His wife was
pregnant and he thought her love was different. How excited he was told every time when she felt a kick in
her womb. He saw that every time the foetus moved
she loved it more . Even his old parents wished for the grand child moment when they would finally
hold the bundle of joy for the first time. Soon a healthy girl was born and life went on. He barely had any time for his family and many other unwanted priorities took over him. When he saw that his five year old girl could never
draw a straight line he wished she had genetically inherited his and his
fathers artistry. He also believed he wasn't strict enough and already concluded that the little girl was not good enough. His wife reminded him how his father had practiced painting and spent a lot of time encouraging
and teaching him as a child to paint too
and consequently he went on to become a renowned painter that his father wished that his only son would similarly carry on and pass down the life
skills and art to the next generation. His daughter was so little and with no guidance to draw. Some years later his daughter got ill and breathed slowly on the hospital
bed. He went to visit her . As she drew oxygen from the ventilator
he begged his stars that she make another zigzag line on the ECG ,wished its never a straight
line but a crooked one !! His father came to bid goodbye to his wonderful
granddaughter and tried to console him but it was very late. “I gave my time to painting and my life
teaching you and being there for you , how did you lose the future of your child and your art to nothing my son”…his father cried. © 2024 Aarti SriramAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on October 18, 2024 Last Updated on November 6, 2024 AuthorAarti SriramAboutI am re-discovering life and more free time as an empty nester. Recalling so many days, giggles, events and emotions as I go about my day. Children bring a whole album of meaning, structure , strengt.. more..Writing
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