A rock. Yes. Or a stone. Well whatever you like to call it, though there IS a difference between them, there aren’t multiple words in a English for nothing you know. Or Geology in this case. Whatever. In this case, for simplicity’s sake, pebble.
Anyways coming to the point, I used to collect them (a lot) when I was a kid, of different shapes, sizes and colours. I painted this one just like that reading one of those many books for children on art and craft which I always loved doing. Although technically I never played with it, even after over 15 years or so it lies in my drawer with me, among my other creations and things. Perhaps a symbolism that till date, I’m stone-hard and weird.
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