Let me tell you somethingā¦
If you just watch this, youāll think it was only children playing.
Paint on clothes, noise too much, people running up and downā¦
you might even say, āah, itās just one of those days.ā
But slow down.
Because thatās how it hides.
It started like every normal gathering
children coming in small small,
some holding their friends, some holding their shyness like it will break if they drop it.
Then paint entered the matter.
Not gentlyā¦
Iām talking color that does not ask permission.
Blowing, spreading, misbehaving on paperā
and somehow, making sense in its own stubborn way.
You see, in our place, we like things straight
lines correct, answers correct, everything arranged.
But that day?
Even the colors refused to behave.
And something shifted.
The same child that was quiet like early morning
suddenly laughing,
suddenly choosing colors like theyāve been doing it all their life.
No announcement.
No drum.
Just changeā¦ happening like breeze you cannot hold.
Then food came.
Ahānow everywhere soft again.
Because no matter how serious life gets,
once food enters, we remember we are human.
They sat, they laughed,
they forgot about āgetting it right.ā
And maybeā¦ that was the point.
Then games.
Now tell me
who can pretend during play?
Nobody.
Running, shouting, falling, getting up againā
no canvas, no brush,
but if you look wellā¦
that one too is art.
Because freedom has many languages.
Now the funny thing is thisā
If you ask someone what happened here,
they will say, āoh, they painted, they ate, they played.ā
Simple.
But you and Iā¦ we know better.
We know something followed them home.
Something smallā¦ but stubborn.
Like a spark that refuses to die even in harmattan wind.
And now when you look againā
it still feels like nothing much happened.
Just children.
Just paint.
Just one day.
But listenā¦
na so it always starts.
Creative spark 2.0
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