For the man who let know that my pen also inks…

There was a day long back, when little babbler never knew how to babble. She was then into a big room with huge black doors. Inside was walls painted in white, it was nailed with sketches of different faces and in the center of the room was a big black table accompanied by black cushioned chairs on either side.
Babbler was welcomed in and was asked to take her seat. Opposite to her sat a man tall and fair in his 20’s. His eyes so sharp and his guise radiated a formal air which send babbler completely blank. Her ears could hardly sense his speech and her eyes showcased the blinking stars.
Babbler could only recall the day he asked to join the team. Babbler was then exited to experience the circus of colors which he offered her. He gave her a brush and she made a color mesh with it. He demanded more, but babbler was insane. The pretty scenery with a hut, a sun, rivulets, mountains and a tree was her dream that was left unnoticed. He never knew that little babbler had a crushed bristle on her brush.
He replaced her brush with a pen. Little babbler felt good when she was given a pen when all others possessed brushes and pencils. She just knew that she had been given something different. She realized pens ornament her hands better than brushes and she loved it.
Babbler then learned to ink her pen. It then opened to her a world of 26 different faces, big and small. Some stood straight and some slanting and some others were running; the world was new for her. She stood gasping at the new world not knowing what to do. He then announced “You are supposed to be here and they are your friends. Go on.”
She touched one of them and they smiled, she called him A then was B C D and so on. All of them soon became her friends. Each one then had a color and a life to offer her. She then realized that they are her best companions whom she had never noticed till then.
And now, to the man who let know that my pen also ink; it was all him –who let me in. What is that babbler gave him back? - Only a word that she will be back, which alas she could never stick to.
This is in due, to let know that you are the man who swayed my way. She could now babble and people love to hear her babble. And if at all someday her babble turns out to be an elegant speech it would all be to salute you – my boss.