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Painting the Canvas of Life

Her canvas had lost its colours after the death of her mother due to cancer.
He was a wanderer, a nature photographer.
The love for colours brought the two closer.
He had lost his love due to cancer too.
“Losing love in life doesn’t mean losing hope too,” he said. Taking out a ring from his pocket and sliding it in her hand, he said, “I want you to fill colours in my life.”
“Me too,” she said.
Together they coloured not only their lives but also the life of his girlfriend’s autistic child whom they adopted with all the love and care, and called her Neelima, after her mother.