The decision was taken; he didn’t want to give it a second thought. He forcefully ignored the small voice from deep inside his mind warning him about the consequences of his action. He was not sure why he took it, but forced himself in believing that it was apt.
He took the clay figure in his hand and slowly ran his fingers through it… it was smooth… he didn’t even know his eyes were closed until his fingers fell on a rough portion of his art work. He opened his eyes.
Yeah, the broken ear…
The bits of different adhesives sticking on to the broken surface betrayed the several unsuccessful attempts to mend the clay structure. Like water filling an empty bowl, his mind was filled with the few but beautiful memories…
The pride with which he exhibited his artwork – the head of a puppy made of clay from the yard. He knew that it wasn’t great... kinda looked like something else - a cow perhaps, but for the 9 year old it wasn’t a problem. The beaming face of his parents was all that he wanted. He liked the extra attention that he got, he was no longer a mere child, he was now an artist.
After giving a small coat of paint from his watercolor kit, he placed it out in the sun to dry it. He stayed there looking at the water dry away, he was too exited to take his mind away from his masterpiece, despite repeated requests from his mother to have lunch.
After having a quick lunch he ran out, but his small heart was not ready to face what awaited him.
There, before him lays his work – broken into two. The intense heat had broken it.
He felt like some thing has been taken from deep inside of him. The pain of loss has captured his small heart. He tired in vain to suppress the tears welling up in his eyes.
He ran inside, giving no notice of what his mother was asking him. He knew it wouldn’t work, but he was too much in pain to give up - and came out with all the glues he could find inside and repainted the edges to hide the scars. But it just lasted for a few days.
And now he had taken this awful decision.
He felt the clay structure leave his hand and sail through the air. He didn’t want to watch it, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off the form as it hit the wall and broke into a pile of dust that it originally was.
...based on a true event