“Hey, are you done with it?”
“No, wait a second. I am trying to memorize the incident”
“What incident? There was no incident at all that day. It was a plain, simple day”
“No, there was something interesting, something special that day”
“Then why it’s not visible on your painting? Why your painting looks simple and eventless?”
“It is there, you just need to have my vision.
You see there? That right hand corner? There is that pendant she liked very much in that shop. You see that? You won’t because you don’t love her.
You see that window above? There she used to stand for hours, just to see me passing by. A minute of glimpse was enough reason for her to stand there like forever.
You see that dome? She so wanted to climb that dome and look around the city for its beauty. But what she didn’t understand was that dome was not having any stairs, but she still wanted to go there like a crazy little baby.
You see the overcast sky? She used to cling to my hand all the time in anticipation that lightning will happen and she would be late to grab my hand.”
“Huh, that’s just your imagination. You are becoming too optimistic and think she is a still there with you, but she is not”
“You just shut up and stop denying her existence”.
All along, with hands inside the gloves were taking rest, head and eyes were covered with the hat. But inside that hat, two brains were fighting with each other. The left was denying her existence and the right was being too optimistic. Soon the head will come out of its exile and hands off the gloves and soon the painting session will start. Soon some paintings, like those in the other room, will follow and will keep on giving the subject to two brains to fight on.
Inspired by Thursday Tales