B for black , black is beautiful

“There is love in holding and there is love in letting go, I'll not stop you, I'll let you go .” she said, in a dejected voice.
“Sweet heart, I'm not happy either! You know how much I love you and Alok, it's dreadful to think of my life without you two.” he comforted.
“Then what makes it so crucial for you to go!? Why don't you resign? We'll hunt for some other job and will make it work”, she urged with moist eyes.
“Sweetie, I have to work, so that many Sita and Alok of the country may sleep soundly”. 
She inclined towards his shoulder and asked - “When will you revert back to us then”? 

“ On the day when the sky would seem endless with the millions of stars like beacons of hope for all the lost souls of the world and 

bathed in the light of Sun, the moon would seem magnificent than even the stars around.

 A giant sea swell would seem to transfer all of its energy back to the universe and

 lord Indra would throw a flash of forked lightning and a great clap of thunder will come close upon each other and a curtain of rain would beat down from the heaven”,

he answered with warmth and looked at her in adoration. Perhaps, the idea of reverting back home this time seemed implausible to him .
 For the first time, Kernel Vikram Sharma's eyes were shedding tears of separation may be because at that moment he was a father and a husband longing for their love...
He embraced his son and wife Sita.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, gently rubbing her arm. In his embrace, she sunk into the warmth of his side, it felt like his warmth had made the room even warmer.
“Please come back soon”,
the words hardly managed to break out as the sobs she was holding in choked her voice back. His chin rested on top of her head. His arms clenched her tighter.
“I'll come back soon”, he promised!
When they finally parted, Sita felt his absence as a cold wind, wishing she could keep him wrapped around her arms like a well worn sweater forever...

He left, and the time kept on rolling until the day she received a letter in which it was written that
- "Kernel Vikram Sharma was martyred!!"
He departed.....he left so that even his mortal remains didn't come back!

 25 years have passed since then but Sita, Priya's dadi, still waits for his phone call.
 Death is an inevitable truth and so is love...

 “B for blue, blue mane Neela

Aasmaan hai Neela, pani geela geela

Samundar hai Neela, priya ka frock dheela”

 Hey!! My angel has woke up, she wiped her tears and kissed her forehead.
 It's been 4 years since grandma learned to be happy all over again, since when Priya came to this world.
 But unfortune accompanied her, when she was 2 years old she met an accident and lost her eyesight, good thing is her eyesight can be revived .
All they need is a donor and money for the surgery. Priya's mom and dad both have to work to accrue money for her surgery.
 Priya used to love blue colour before she met an accident and out of this love, she composed her first poem which she used to recite every morning. Unaware of the gloom surrounding her, she appended 2 more lines in her composition -
 "B for blind
   B for black, black is beautiful!!"

Birth of a Daydreamer

And then one of the three witches took a sneak peek through the window and mumbled :

“on the day when the sky would seem endless with the millions of stars like beacons of hope for all the lost souls of the world and...

 bathed in the light of sun, the moon would seem magnificent than even the stars around .

A giant savage green sea swell would seem to transfer all of it's energy back to the universe, 

and lord Indra would throw a flash of forked lightning and a great clap of thunder will come close upon each other, and

a curtain of rain would beat down from the heaven...

yes! On that day ...

that very day a prince will be born to fulfill the promise he made to his princess ...”

Then..!?
“Then what happened Dadi ?”
Asked Priya, a four year girl in a sweet, innocent but inquisitive voice .
“Then what happened..!! ” Said grandma, while fictionalising the further story ,but nothing seemed to come out of her mind .
“I'll tell you tomorrow what happened next .!” she answered and kissed her on her forehead and said
“its already too late priya , sleep now! Good night my angel..”
“good night ,dadi !” priya said .
Dadi thought she slept and went to her room .
But Priya .... Priya wasn't fully persuaded by grandma's excuse. She wasn't asleep ,nor was she dreaming.
 infact she started fabricating her own story of Prince and a Princess ,from where her grandma left.
Grandma's angel ! This is what she use to call her . Her eyes were black ,neither  soulless nor lifeless . Instead they were like two pristine stones of onyx yet as serene as a morning dew ...don't know what her curious eyes kept looking for , don't know which story did her eyes wanted to see complete . Her cheeks were like huge cotton balls with pink blush dusted on it . Her tiny lips which used to kiss everyone who ever asked for it ! And obviously her walnut sized brain full of stories and dreams ..
She was an angel indeed!
Finally tired of fabricating the incomplete story , she fell asleep.

This is how a daydreamer came into life out of an innocent four years old Priya ...or I should say SapanPriya , A dreamer.