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
18 comments:
very expressive.... very well written....
:).. if u say its a true incident..i agree..but it cud have gone to mean deeper..
well written.. :)
I felt it has deep meaning within than what simply storyline... beautifully narrated :)
I loved the way it was written. Simple yet profound. :)
Sometimes, dreams shatter and sometimes things have to return to their original state.
Ashes to ashes..Dust to dust!
i luvd dis post...impressive writin..!!! lemme chk de rest..!!!
I remember how I felt when I borke the strap on my first pair of high heeled slippers. I went and promptly broke the other one too.
This post really brought back that memory.
Well written Amol. :)
dudee....tht post was really good...the part where you describe it like "The bits of different adhesives sticking on to the broken surface betrayed the several unsuccessful attempts...", really good writing man...well done
hello amal, this was my first visit to your blog and i loved it completely. you have a very magical style of writing... now i'll scroll down and read your other posts...
take care. do visit.
thanks for the visit amal! it feels so good when good writers appreciate my writing. and you don't need to write like me, your prose is totally kick-ass.
if you like the rest of the blog too, please become a follower so that i can have your feedback whenever i write. its rally cool to have readers like you. Thanks!
i'll be waiting for your next post...
u know the best part about reading your post is that at the end of the day when i recall all the, your posts still remains somewhere in the mind and gets carried forward to coming days... I love the way you make small things so meaningful and express all the feelings inside... keep writing... it matters at the end of the day :)
awwwww :(
sad..poor boy...
niways ..kindaa tells the truth..wat we desire the most is the thing we lose.
touching!
i agree with R.V.. It was written simple but profound... Its like only a story... but at the same time, you cannot help but feel that there's a meaning deeper than what you've written
Deepika
thanks ;)
Niti
ya, its a true incident n it happened to me.. :(
Rajlakshmi
thanks :)
future
thanks
R.V
Thanks... n thats quite true.
Kochu
Thank you.. n do visit again :)
ki, Red Devil
Thanks a lot, :)
Little Girl
thanks..
i looved you blog.. n am following it. :)
NEHA
wow..thanks.. im flattered.
Priya
ya.. its sad
Paige
thanks.. :)
Hey i started to blog again... :)
dear amal,
well written.i could feel the excitement,anxiety and the disappointment of a nine year old boy!
you have good style.keep writing.
sasneham,
anu
That was really emotional :) and the hardwork with which the boy has done! I understand :) Anyone will feel really sad when their hardwork goes into trash :(
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