Sunday, 23 March 2014
The name of the best artist of the year was announced .
A satiated smile adorned her lips not only displaying the happiness of a proud parent but also that of an passionate artist torn apart from her canvass giving in to the restrains of an Indian woman’s life .
“Mama”.... her daughter’s voice flowed in , there she stood beaming with radiance on her gentle face .
In utter silence she promised herself to let those tiny hands cling on to the paintbrush and colors as if paired forever unlike her own which lay in ruins abandoned in some corner of her old home .
This post is a Five Sentence Fiction with the Theme " Ruins" For BlogAdda's WOW with prompt "Paired Forever"
Promise...asked me one day Why do you promise ? When you can't Turning me into an unholy chant I am like the sunshine and the dust ...