Nataraja. The ascetic. The one who simultaneously constructs and destructs the universe with his Tandav. The one who dances the eternal dance and burns the world with his all seeing eye. Nataraja -The Lord of Dance. He descended the chisel and hammer onto the marble. A thud echoed across the studio. Focus. He should focus. He ran his long slender fingers over the slight crack on the stone. A single drop of sweat made a line across his forehead and disappeared into his brow.
The Chakra surrounding the form of Nataraja was an essential part of the work. It symbolized the universe, the realm of Nataraja where he is the primal one, where he is the creator and destroyer, the one and all, where he is everything and nothing. His experienced hands shook as he touched the marble to line the path of the chisel. It was also the difficult part, it was excruciatingly painful to render, . He caught a quick breath before he descended the chisel several times into the marble. Focus. One more cut.
He steadied himself . The sound of chisel coming in contact with the marble was followed by a slight crack, then two and then...The structure crumbled down before his feet. His shoulders slumped as the pain of defeat shot up his veins.
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