Villanelle
Composing his train of thoughts Omkara stood up and walked towards the window pane .He has learned that this anonymous photographer is smart enough not leave a clue about her which leaves him with no option and there was no point questioning the maids of the Oberoi mansion.
"But am I desperate to meet her?"
"What makes me conclude it is "her"?."
"But I know for a fact that it is her. Beyond every logic is an intuition which strongly says it's a woman rather a girl who is an arty hipster. The royal blue ink that fuels every curve of her words written in a perfectly etched calligraphy speaks volumes of her persona."
Omkara couldn't concentrate on anything but her.He quickly took his HB pencil kit and scattered them on the canvas supporter.Taking a light lead pencil he roughly started sketching. Firstly, he sketched long straight tresses falling half way on the canvas, this was followed by an oval shaped face, half way through the face he sketched an outline of lips. He felt as if he was ruining something. He quickly erased it. He then threw the pencil and picked up his water colours.He began painting without outlines with a thick brush. He mixed dark coffee brown with magenta and defined lips. Black with a hue of grey defined her eyebrows and hair with streaks of cremello. He then painted a teal short vintage frock and drew a camera in her hands. As he completed he saw his own picture and was awestruck. A woman standing with one leg 60 degrees away from another , body tilted, holding camera recklessly in one direction and looking at opposite direction , gaze fixed on something ardently, streaks of hair shining crisply as the rays of sun cover half of her face whilst other half lays shadowed with streaks on other side gently raised by breeze was his sketch in last half an hour.
"It seems like she found something serendipitously .Before she could actually celebrate and react or even smile it seems like that one moment of bewilderment I have captured." he thought to himself.
He picked up his smartphone to capture a picture of this woman laying on the canvas.
He then picked up a paper and began to write
Cherished Anonymous Photographer,
Why would people write letters while technology around is always available at the touch of your finger? I was questioned several times. I often replied that one's hand written letters soothe eyes and speak the sound of their heart. But, as I read your letter I understood that it can not just speak words of heart but present the entire aura and enigma of a person. I do not know where you saw me or how you know me but all I can say is that this is the first time I felt that there is someone out there who adores me. Trust me it's a very special feeling . I can speak volumes about deep human emotions and values but I am not able to convey what I feel at this point of time. Maybe some things are better felt than expressed. Language I believe ruins the best of feelings. I cannot say that I share the same kind of feelings for you but I must say I am impressed by your attitude and charm. More than all I am intrigued by your world. I am not good at capturing pictures but this my depiction of you. Beyond any personal feelings I have a sense of gratitude prevailing as you have given me my theme . I have found my motif and inspiration for one the most important summits of my life. Now, I am assured that I shall convey my take on the theme in the most exemplary manner. I do not think I am ready to meet you for you in my eyes is a bundle of amazingness. It takes a lot of strength and composure to actually meet an eye with you. Yet, I have a request to make do check out my piece of work in the Paris summit. Little had I known that by the end of this letter I would find a name for you dear Aria. It means a solo song in an opera.
Thanking you,
Aria,
Omkara
Omkara rolled the letter and went and placed it in the letter box of Oberoi mansion which these days is only meant for certain couriers.
Edited by ElMystique - 8 years ago
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