The tRuE ArTiSt...
There are somethings in life which people may not be able to get with money. One such pleasure is seeing a beautiful and charming young girl painting her own imagination on a sheet of paper. For the girl, her whole world is the layout she runs her hands on, her aides are the mighty paint brushes of different heights and sizes, a basket of colors like paints, pens, inks and the crazy crayons of course. The pretty girl's only aim for then is to make the blank layout she works on, into one which is just neat, colorful and attractive. The curiosity lies in the fact that she is not selfish, nor in search of fame and appreciation when she beautifully runs her hand over the most fortunate bare sheet of paper. Her eyes constantly search every corner of the layout on which she works - to add more value to her work. She puts her heart and soul in whatever she does, eyes on the layout and mind about her own imagination and about how better can she portray her endless flow of imaginations and ideas. When she sees someone looking at her (which is very rare ) , she smiles... the smile is innocent and it can even mold the hardest of men . She does not complain the sweat which comes from her thin and fragile hands, but she takes them as signs of encouragement, signs to move forward and work harder. The layout which is fortunate to get such a pretty and cute girl working on it, cooperates with the girl and responds joyfully to her creative hands. She then takes a step forward, playing with the layout, interacting with it and making use of the things available, brings out a magic. Her eyes are simply magical - they pay keen attention to each and every mark on the paper , they sense what can be done out of nothing. The true artist never feels that she has done 100% justice to the layout and her imagination. She feels something lacking in her beautiful masterpiece although she's worked on it for several hours, days, months, or even years. The lacking thing may strike the artist in a second or may strike her after hours of staring her masterpiece. But it will strike - sometime or the other. Once it strikes, she will eventually make amends and pulls out a never seen wonder at which people look gaping their mouths. She keeps the thousands of praises aside and gets to work to one more spell-bounding beauty.
Hope i were the brush she holds, or the layout she works on , or at least the crazy and naughty crayons.. But all i can do for now is write about her. ... And say that i am glad to have had her as my class mate and one of my dear friends ..... !!
