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It was all too much blue. So much that the eyes felt fooled sometimes.
She looked at her hand, wet with bluey gel. She looked at the strange big welcoming
eyes looking at her. The eyes were set in midst of a curvey gel plop, and the plop walked
on tiny bow-shaped legs.
“You’re so pretty.” He said with wide wondrous eyes. ”It took you so long!”
“Come here.“ It jumped and plumped holding her hand, ”We’ve been waiting for you.
See…”
And she saw the spread out land that adorned things quite familiar to her, things that
seemed to have come back from her childhood, and every thing that she had painted on
walls of her attic and white washed them all those years. They were there. Living,
breathing, dressed and decorated all over the horizon.
The greenscapes that shone with tinges of neon blue, the huge tree sized flowers, and
their over-hanging petals, the numerous rivers and hilltops, huge tree trunks covered
with spiralling flowery creepers. The creepers that looked engraved, embroidered.
That’s where it all started.
She stood awestruck.
When she gathered herself back, she turned to the plop, in questioning expressions.
“Im Wobbly, you created me.” He said with a simple smile.
