If you went to an art gallery, what would attract you more? A blank canvas or a painted canvas? She was a painted canvas — every tear, every bruise, every heartbreak, coloured its way to her heart’s canvas. She might not be very easy to understand — but that’s only because she is beautifully an intricate piece of art.
“He find me as delicate as a canvas but the only difference is: canvas is always filled with real colures and I’m as dark as a moon less night, amavasya but even the night sky shines after the amavasya and so will I with his hands in mine. I’ll be a piece of art painted by him”.