The Paint Brush

The painter took up his brush to paint he picturized a valley cupped by mountains numerous waterfalls were cascading down ripples expanding and bubbles bursting all around Sunrise is an invasion of light and shade through the clump of trees and wild foliage Inside it's dark but enlivening bird calls cawing, chirping and screeching as if in alarm A small hut at the brink of a rivulet further downstream more sprouting concrete black smoke billowing out of chimneys a road connecting by cutting trees the councillors and builders in round table chalking out plans to have planned development multistoried to cater to demand multiplying dammed river to render water supplying The paint in the brush dried up It dipped by mistake in the teacup this the absent-minded painter drank and back to reality he shrank