My body was at rest, but my mental ability showed inability to remain at peace. The axon and dendrites of my neurons were at an undisturbing tiff with each other. I had been sleepless from last four days, since the moment I encountered that girl at the graveyard. I couldnt bring her face vividly to my mind. It was somewhere stored in the backup memory of my mind with no preview option available. No matter, I took out an A4 sized blank sheet from a pile and a rough-nibbed pencil with the intention to sketch the face of that unusual girl. The pencil tip almost kissed the surface of the paper seven times, impressing a subtle dot on the blank sheet, but giving up on scribbling even a slightest curve. She had disappeared. Her face seemed totally disappeared from my mind. I couldnt draw anything except that damn dot. I got frustrated. Started moving hither and thither for some motivation. Inside I realized I needed recapture power over motivation to finally be able to sketch her face. Hopelessly I sat on the edge of my bed, closest to a window; looked out towards the street; the light of the street lamp-post was too penetrating for my delicate eyes; a cat having a narrow escape from being attacked by a stray dog while being chased. I directed my eyes in a cursory manner up towards the hollowness of the limitless sky. It had only lapped the resplendent moon that night. Moon must have felt unexpectedly special. I gazed fixedly at the face of it for dozens of ticks together. For a moment while staring at it, I felt as if I was starting to recaptulate the blanked out face. I quickly went back to my working table, held a pencil in between my fingers and started drawing lines randomly; as if my hand had been put on auto-pilot mode. Soon these messed up impressions started getting a shape. I observed I had been able to sketch her eyes; then the lashes, the eye-brows, the nose, lips, that exact messed up hair, and finally the complete face. I stopped at drawing a tiny mole on the lower right area of her chin. Thats it. Perfect I said to myself. A slight smile appeared on my face as I constantly looked at my work. That was it. A work. Just... a... work. #TheAbandonedGirl
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 18:26:28 +0000
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