The Lesser You Know, The Better It Is?

Plain canvas, simple life,

and the 5-year-old me decided to fill it with color, fill it with joy.

Hands dipped in paint,

and the random prints added soul to the artwork with a smile on her face.

Scrutinizing further, feeling the texture,

She looked at her own hands and wondered what the lines meant.

Grabbing her doll, she yells out loud,

“Mom, why hasn’t she got any lines on her palm? ”

Despite her aversion towards it, she was forced to believe -“The lesser you know the better it is!”

Filled canvas, complex life,

And the 15-year-old me decided to change the color, bring back the lost joy.

Hands dipped in paint,

and the random prints jeopardized her artwork with no trace of a smile on her face.

Scrutinizing further, feeling the texture,

She looked at her own hands and wondered if art had been her thing.

Tearing  the canvas apart, she yells out loud,

“Am I the only one who has never found where she belongs ?”

Despite the initial reluctance, she started to believe –

“The lesser you know, the better it is.”

Perfect canvas, extra ordinary  life,

and the 19-year-old me decided to choose a random color, spread the joy.

Hands dipped in paint,

and the random prints painted the town red with a full smile on her face.

Scrutinizing further, feeling the texture,

She looked at her own hands and wondered, how could  she ever doubt her capability!

Seeing the errors of her ways, she shares her lessons learnt –

“There is no limit to learning  cause knowledge is power”

Despite the midway dilemma, she completely disbelieved – “The lesser you know, the better it is ”