Thursday, 18 August 2011


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But it was not like that then. The situation had changed. He had fallen in love with Applegreen. “Will she take me
away from my paintings?, he had been thinking constantly. He could not prefer one over the other. But she was a reality, an undetachable fact of his life. But he could not understand why she was keeping herself in dark. Not telling him anything about her. Who was she?

His mind still boggling with the bombardment of questions erupting so furiously in his mind, about her, about Applegreen, he decided to go back to his other love…..painting.

He was having an urgent order of a portrait. His friend had brought this urgent order last week. His mind had been so disturbed all through these days that he could not have continued any further, after doing the initial drawing. It was the portrait of a lady, sitting on a sofa chair, in a relaxing mood, dressed in a pink dress. Her long hair, half drawn back, half on her chest barely covering her soft cleavage. Her eyes were sparking. “She must be very attractive, in her young age,” he laughed as he started mixing the titanium white with vermillion, to find out the correct tone of her skin. With his pallet in one hand and the brush in the other, he turned to look back.  

His eyes splashed. He could not believe what he saw. The lady in the photo did not have any face. The face that was there just a couple of minutes back was no more there. A faceless woman, sitting on a sofa chair, in a relaxing mood, dressed in a pink dress. Her long hair, half drawn back, half on her chest barely covering her soft cleavage, but without a face. The sparkling eyes
were no more there, nor were her nose or lips. Everything was gone. Everything was there, remaining the same, but
her face was gone. Frightened, he turned back his neck. He could not believe his eyes.

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