The last time I sat down and coloured a piece of paper was probably back in seventh grade art class. With the advent of hyper internet customization, and owing to my excessively poor craft skills, I never felt I would have to again.
Come 2016, I stumbled upon a flyer (more like a post on the internet which popped up on my feed as a result of advanced algorithms or as I’d like to call it, destiny) which read “Meet, Greet and Scribble”. “Hmm, this looks interesting”, I thought to myself.
Turned out, “Meet, Greet and Scribble” was an initiative of Letters of Love wherein willing persons could come together and adorn greeting cards which would later be sent to children residing in refugee camps in war-torn countries of Middle East and Africa.
That sounded like a wonderful thing to do. So, I went to meet, greet and scribble and to learn more about this catchy tri-word anomaly.
I never thought I’d witness a table surrounded by full-grown adults who’d be colouring greeting cards with zealous enthusiasm but there I was. Every person sitting at that table was beaming with endless joy, uninhibitedly reaching for their favourite coloured pens, placing stickers and drawing scenes with utmost precision. The table was unexpectedly inspiring. The merriment was highly contagious. Fuelled by the desire to beautify cards which would make children happy and to keep up with the vibrant spirit of the table, I too decorated these postcards with a renewed vigour.
I never churned out appealing artwork with such passion back in school, I wondered what was different this time. I realised it was probably because amidst all the doodling and tittle-tattle, that table right then had become the epicenter of human compassion.
As the violence continues unabated across the world, the cries of helpless refugees constantly go unheard. Whilst, the news channels repeatedly blare how the international community has failed Syria and constantly emphasize the political bitterness that has contributed to the doom, the spirit of the twenty-odd grown-ups who chose to spend a Sunday evening to embellish cards to make refugee children happy reflected the mighty chunks of human goodness right there.