She trotted around the house, silently observing everything. She took in the sights, smells and sounds. Like every child, she was curious by nature, but her fascination for colors eclipsed everything else. She would stare in bewilderment at the pristine white walls. One fine day, she spotted her older sister’s poster-color box lying on the table. She ran to the bathroom to get her toothbrush. Those white walls became her first canvas.

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