#loveofacreatorforhiscreation

"Where were you, I was waiting to see you, for so long, but you were nowhere to be seen. But anyways, now you have come, I won't let you go now"... ... ...
With moist eyes, he was expressing his anguish to his ladylove, astrayed from him for so long. While he was busy communicating his emotions to her, his kins were lamenting his wretched state of mind, for there was no one there, he was exchanging the voices with a lifeless sculpture of a woman. But he was not aware of the fact that he is in a state of dream, where he is seeing and listening, things and voices, which are not even existent.
He was a budding painter and sculptor, in his early thirties. About two years ago, one day while he was working in his study-cum-art room, on a sculpture of a woman, he once loved. The piece of art was almost in its final stage, the moulder of the clay was very excited for he felt an intuitive call that this work will be a beautiful future prospect in love as well as in his career.
On that particular day, which turned his life upside-down, he was working on his dearly creation. He looked at it multiple times, through different angles, for he wanted his beloved to be a perfect piece of work, to the...