There was a quiet corner in an old house where two little girls spent every afternoon drawing on a black wall with white chalks. That wall was not just a wall—it was their world of imagination.
One drew castles with tall towers and flags dancing in the wind. The other filled the sky with balloons, airplanes, and smiling suns. Every day they created new adventures — sometimes they traveled to the moon, sometimes they built kingdoms under the sea.
They didn’t have fancy toys or screens. Just chalk, dreams, and laughter. But those were enough to make their childhood magical.
The wall slowly filled up with stories — a story of friendship, creativity, and the pure joy of being free. When they grew older, that wall remained — faded but alive — whispering memories of when imagination had no limits.
Years later, one of them became an artist, the other a teacher. Whenever they talked about childhood, they smiled and said, “Everything started from that black wall.”
Because sometimes, dreams begin not from what we see — but from what we draw from our hearts. ❤️