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Chapter 1
The day had been usual for Omkara as he spent it in his studio completing his statue which he had to submit next Tuesday. There was a lot of time left for him to finish it yet he wanted to be done with it today itself. He never liked delaying his work and besides, he didn't have any either important thing to do at the moment.
Rudra was out of station for an educational tour with his college students. At first, it had been too hard for Om to believe that the usual carefree, cut and most popular guy of his college would like to go out for studies. His baby brother never bothered to pass the exams let alone doing this extra study. But this time he wanted to go, maybe because of Soumya. Rudra considered her his best friend and Om was thankful to her for giving some of her intelligence and seriousness to his brother.
Shivay was also out of station for some business trip which was, probably, above the level for Om to understand. Om didn't know even the B of B-U-S-I-N-E-S-S then how could he handle the whole company. He was glad that he refused Mr. Oberoi to take over the company which rightfully belonged to Shivay. He was the one who was really deserving and he wanted his brother to get the price and credit which he continuously earned through the years. Om loved both of his brothers equally and that was the reason why he was not willing to reach home at the usual time only to find it empty, devoid of his brothers' presence.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the corridor just outside the room he was in. Someone was coming to him and it seemed as if he was in a hurry because the footsteps were fast, the person was walking too fast.
"Omkara, you need to see this", the person said, barging into the room and running to Om.
"What happened, Alex? Why are you running? And what do I need to see?" Omkara asked with a calm voice. Alex was Omkara's friend from London who had arrived two days ago to pay him a visit. He was and artist himself and he loved to come to Omkara's studio to see his work. But today, it seemed that he hadn't come to see but to show.
"Just come with me, its something unbelievable. You'll know it by yourself", saying this, Alex dragged Om out of his studio heading towards their car. The next thing they knew was that they were driving to some St. Mary's Orphanage.
"Why are we heading to an orphanage, Alex?" Om asked to an excited Alex.
" Because the thing is at their place. I was not believing my eyes when I saw it", he said. They took a left turn and Alex drove a little ahead. "I am sure you'll not believe yourself too when you see it."
Alex stopped the car and they both got out. The place was fully decorated. It seemed as if a party was held there. Alex took Om by his elbow towards the entrance.
"Alex, we can't gate crash into a party like this. We'll be kicked out immediately", Om said, stopping at the door.
"I have an invitation , Om", Alex said and showed him the invitation card. Om said nothing further but followed Alex inside the party.
It seemed more of an annual function than a real party. But it looked good. Few kids were performing on the stage presenting an impressive performance to the guests.Alex and Om walked around a little when Alex found the person he was looking for.
"Mother Sofia", Alex called. The lady turned to them, stopping on her way. Alex went to her and said something, inaudible to anyone else other than the two of them. Om was standing at a distance, wondering why his friend had brought him here. What's in this orphanage which was so "unbelievable"? Well, the party was great but it was not something unusual. Alex returned soon after talking to that lady.
"Come with me, Om", he said and took him to a room. The lights were off so it was dark inside. As soon as they entered, Alex turned to switch on the lights. As the light illuminated the room, everything kept inside became visible. And Om's jaw dropped open in amazement.
The room was full of paintings and models or statues. The largest painting was hung on the front wall. It was of a woman with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. The woman seemed real with her chocolate brown eyes twinkling a little in the light. He could have sworn her to be a real human if Alex had not been tracing the picture at the side with his fingers. He seemed to be mesmerised already by the beauty stored in the room.
All other walls were covered with paintings and sketches. They were common for others but for Om they were just... 'real' as if they contained life in them. But he wondered how could someone make these marvellous paintings without using a brush? Without brush! They were all painted with bare hands and he could tell the difference between a brush stroke and a hand stroke. But the real question was: who made all these paintings and how did Alex came across it?
"What! Lost already? I tool you they were unbelievingly beautiful", Alex said, patting Om's shoulder as he came to stand next to him, causing Om to come out of trance.
"How did you get these, Alex?" Om asked.
"A friend of mine told me to have a look at these and I did. Within one look, they seemed perfect for our event. We can have them for display in your art gallery", Alex said.
"Perfect for the event? They seem beyond perfect. How can someone make these amazing masterpieces? It will be a great honour for me to have them in my gallery. But we need the owner's name and permission which we don't have right now", Om said.
"Don't worry, Om. The girl is more than willing to get these sold so that she can save the money for the orphanage. I don't think she'll say no to us when we are giving her paintings a wide exposure to the awaiting people", Alex Said.
"Have you talked to her yet?" Om asked.
"No, not yet. Not before your approval which I got just now. I'll contact her about it as soon as I can", Alex informed.
"Well, who is she, actually? Is she an artist or just does painting as a hobby?" Om asked, being curious about the girl.
"Her name is Anika. She is a twenty four year old woman who lives in this orphanage. She has no parents or siblings. Mother Sofia told me they found her at the gate of the orphanage when she was a baby", Alex said.
"Have you met her before, Alex?" Om asked, again.
"Yes. I met her today in the morning when I came here", Alex replied.
"Her imaginations are so beautifully displayed in these pictures. She must have eyes which can absorb a picture and lay it out on the canvas so perfectly", Om said in awe, looking again at the paintings.
"Umm, Om? I need to tell you something", Alex said, finding it hard to reveal this to his friend.
"Go on, I am listening", Om said, tracing the line of the canvas.
"She is blind, Om. Anika is blind by birth", Alex said and waited for Om to say something. He knew what his reaction would be.
"What!!!!" Om stared in disbelief at Alex. He was searching for that one glint of fun to say that Alex was joking. But he was not and Om Knew that. He rolled his eyes again at the paintings.
Om just couldn't believe that these paintings were made by a woman who had never seen a thing in her life. Om's eyes widened as he stared at the fineness of the paintings and models. He just couldn't accept it that a woman who had no idea about the look of the world could have made such alive pictures.
Now, he desperately wanted these pictures and models to be laid before the eyes of the world. She deserved appreciation and a great amount of it.
*******
so people, I am back with another story. I hope that you'll like it. its a story on a very different concept which I am not sure if everybody likes it. so feel free to comment your ideas and views on this story and if you like it then please hit the the like button.
Love you all,
Samara.
The day had been usual for Omkara as he spent it in his studio completing his statue which he had to submit next Tuesday. There was a lot of time left for him to finish it yet he wanted to be done with it today itself. He never liked delaying his work and besides, he didn't have any either important thing to do at the moment.
Rudra was out of station for an educational tour with his college students. At first, it had been too hard for Om to believe that the usual carefree, cut and most popular guy of his college would like to go out for studies. His baby brother never bothered to pass the exams let alone doing this extra study. But this time he wanted to go, maybe because of Soumya. Rudra considered her his best friend and Om was thankful to her for giving some of her intelligence and seriousness to his brother.
Shivay was also out of station for some business trip which was, probably, above the level for Om to understand. Om didn't know even the B of B-U-S-I-N-E-S-S then how could he handle the whole company. He was glad that he refused Mr. Oberoi to take over the company which rightfully belonged to Shivay. He was the one who was really deserving and he wanted his brother to get the price and credit which he continuously earned through the years. Om loved both of his brothers equally and that was the reason why he was not willing to reach home at the usual time only to find it empty, devoid of his brothers' presence.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the corridor just outside the room he was in. Someone was coming to him and it seemed as if he was in a hurry because the footsteps were fast, the person was walking too fast.
"Omkara, you need to see this", the person said, barging into the room and running to Om.
"What happened, Alex? Why are you running? And what do I need to see?" Omkara asked with a calm voice. Alex was Omkara's friend from London who had arrived two days ago to pay him a visit. He was and artist himself and he loved to come to Omkara's studio to see his work. But today, it seemed that he hadn't come to see but to show.
"Just come with me, its something unbelievable. You'll know it by yourself", saying this, Alex dragged Om out of his studio heading towards their car. The next thing they knew was that they were driving to some St. Mary's Orphanage.
"Why are we heading to an orphanage, Alex?" Om asked to an excited Alex.
" Because the thing is at their place. I was not believing my eyes when I saw it", he said. They took a left turn and Alex drove a little ahead. "I am sure you'll not believe yourself too when you see it."
Alex stopped the car and they both got out. The place was fully decorated. It seemed as if a party was held there. Alex took Om by his elbow towards the entrance.
"Alex, we can't gate crash into a party like this. We'll be kicked out immediately", Om said, stopping at the door.
"I have an invitation , Om", Alex said and showed him the invitation card. Om said nothing further but followed Alex inside the party.
It seemed more of an annual function than a real party. But it looked good. Few kids were performing on the stage presenting an impressive performance to the guests.Alex and Om walked around a little when Alex found the person he was looking for.
"Mother Sofia", Alex called. The lady turned to them, stopping on her way. Alex went to her and said something, inaudible to anyone else other than the two of them. Om was standing at a distance, wondering why his friend had brought him here. What's in this orphanage which was so "unbelievable"? Well, the party was great but it was not something unusual. Alex returned soon after talking to that lady.
"Come with me, Om", he said and took him to a room. The lights were off so it was dark inside. As soon as they entered, Alex turned to switch on the lights. As the light illuminated the room, everything kept inside became visible. And Om's jaw dropped open in amazement.
The room was full of paintings and models or statues. The largest painting was hung on the front wall. It was of a woman with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. The woman seemed real with her chocolate brown eyes twinkling a little in the light. He could have sworn her to be a real human if Alex had not been tracing the picture at the side with his fingers. He seemed to be mesmerised already by the beauty stored in the room.
All other walls were covered with paintings and sketches. They were common for others but for Om they were just... 'real' as if they contained life in them. But he wondered how could someone make these marvellous paintings without using a brush? Without brush! They were all painted with bare hands and he could tell the difference between a brush stroke and a hand stroke. But the real question was: who made all these paintings and how did Alex came across it?
"What! Lost already? I tool you they were unbelievingly beautiful", Alex said, patting Om's shoulder as he came to stand next to him, causing Om to come out of trance.
"How did you get these, Alex?" Om asked.
"A friend of mine told me to have a look at these and I did. Within one look, they seemed perfect for our event. We can have them for display in your art gallery", Alex said.
"Perfect for the event? They seem beyond perfect. How can someone make these amazing masterpieces? It will be a great honour for me to have them in my gallery. But we need the owner's name and permission which we don't have right now", Om said.
"Don't worry, Om. The girl is more than willing to get these sold so that she can save the money for the orphanage. I don't think she'll say no to us when we are giving her paintings a wide exposure to the awaiting people", Alex Said.
"Have you talked to her yet?" Om asked.
"No, not yet. Not before your approval which I got just now. I'll contact her about it as soon as I can", Alex informed.
"Well, who is she, actually? Is she an artist or just does painting as a hobby?" Om asked, being curious about the girl.
"Her name is Anika. She is a twenty four year old woman who lives in this orphanage. She has no parents or siblings. Mother Sofia told me they found her at the gate of the orphanage when she was a baby", Alex said.
"Have you met her before, Alex?" Om asked, again.
"Yes. I met her today in the morning when I came here", Alex replied.
"Her imaginations are so beautifully displayed in these pictures. She must have eyes which can absorb a picture and lay it out on the canvas so perfectly", Om said in awe, looking again at the paintings.
"Umm, Om? I need to tell you something", Alex said, finding it hard to reveal this to his friend.
"Go on, I am listening", Om said, tracing the line of the canvas.
"She is blind, Om. Anika is blind by birth", Alex said and waited for Om to say something. He knew what his reaction would be.
"What!!!!" Om stared in disbelief at Alex. He was searching for that one glint of fun to say that Alex was joking. But he was not and Om Knew that. He rolled his eyes again at the paintings.
Om just couldn't believe that these paintings were made by a woman who had never seen a thing in her life. Om's eyes widened as he stared at the fineness of the paintings and models. He just couldn't accept it that a woman who had no idea about the look of the world could have made such alive pictures.
Now, he desperately wanted these pictures and models to be laid before the eyes of the world. She deserved appreciation and a great amount of it.
*******
so people, I am back with another story. I hope that you'll like it. its a story on a very different concept which I am not sure if everybody likes it. so feel free to comment your ideas and views on this story and if you like it then please hit the the like button.
Love you all,
Samara.
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