Art

Little NE appeared to be struggling with something on her desk since morning.

“What exactly are you trying to do, NE?”

“I m lng a nu form of art. The thin cnvs is called ppr, and u gt pnts in few clrs. 1 can pnt lfabets to rite a story, or drw figrs with it. The brush is tuff to hndl. It sheks …..”

“Ohkk! Paint anything you like. We will discuss evolution of art in the evening.”

“E-v-o-l-u-s-h-a-n?”

“Yeah. It starts from the days your name would have been spelt as a long ANNIE. People used only canvases to communicate ….”

‘Tht wd be grt, Dad! But yr lngg n splng suck.”

(113 words)

 

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