Phil is a simple man, or an ordinary guy you could say. When he was born, no one had any idea how to tell him to grow up . His parents, simple and humble fellows they were, had no ideas either on how to tell their son to live. They both were pretty confused with their only son, what guidance to give him. And so Phil had to grow up all by himself.
Phil’s mind is an empty canvass. When you draw a line there, it remains a line; and if it’s a dot, it remains a dot. The black color has black pigment in Phil’s mind, and white color has pigment white . . .
The story has been published at the Monsoon Letters website. Read the full story here –