At birth, your life was a plain canvas.
Your potential is the colours.
Your choices are the strokes on the canvas.
At death, this canvas
will either be a treasured masterpiece
or an unnoticed scribbling.
That would be the judgment day
on how good a painter you were
in painting your life.
Excerpted from ‘Unposted Letter’ by T.T. Ranga Rajan
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