#WeSupportKSG AsYa FF: Truth To Be Told Thread 2 link Pg1 - Page 15

Being an artist was not an easy thing for Zoya. Being a visually challenged girl she had gone through much more pain and trouble than anyone can imagine. But those pain and challenges didn't break her, it only made her strong. She stood apart from all others. She channelized her creativity into making sculptures. She selects her clay, mold it and transform that mere mud into beautiful master pieces. It may sound stupid, but it was her way of communicating with the outside world. She sculptured her dreams into beautiful pieces which gave the glimpses of a colorful world she had created for her own in her colorless life.

Asad was dumbfounded when he stepped into her studio, which is a part of their home, for the first time. If he hadn't known her better he would never believe that those amazing art is done by a blind girl. The sculptures she sculpted were beyond perfection. It was as if all of them were brought into life. He looked at her who had a beaming smile on her face. He diverted his attention back to a small sculpture of a girl selling flowers. The girl had dimples, just like Zoya. He looked at other sculptures and he realized she mostly made sculptures of girls, girls with dimples. His eyes shifted to meet her face and he painfully realized, whatever sculptures he was seeing in front of him are not just sculptures, but are Zoya herself, the girl who lost everything, but still live through these miniature versions of her inner desires. And that moment he felt all the attraction he felt to her vanished into this air and instead a feeling much more powerful and intimate coursed through his vein.

***(@)***

It was a wonderful evening. The dark hue color spread in the atmosphere added to its beauty. Asad was sitting in the veranda sipping his cup of coffee when he suddenly noticed Zoya. She was looking as if she is going out.

"Where are you going Zoya?"

She looked startled for a moment with the sudden sound. Regaining her composure, she replied;

"I am going for an evening walk. Since it is a nice evening I want to go to beach."

Asad was surprised as to how Zoya knows it was a nice evening.

"Do you mind if I tag along Zoya?"

After one hour they sat side by side in a rock which faced the sea. There were many people in the beach however Asad spotted a calm and secluded area for themselves.

He looked at Zoya who was looking at the horizon. The golden rays had cast their shadow on her beautiful wavy hair. The cool breeze was making the same wavy hair bounce. His eyes captured each and every tiniest movement in her face. There was not even a single cell in her face which was left unnoticed by him. He was mesmerized. But she was oblivious to all these. She continued to gaze into the horizon, her eyes sparkling. He was pulled out of his admiring session by her sudden question.

"How does it look?"

He was stupefied. He felt embarrassed as he thought Zoya caught him red handed.

"I... woh... I didn't get you"

"I asked how the sky looks now."

He heaved a sigh of relief as he understood her question.

"It looks just like you."

Now it was Zoya's turn to be embarrassed.

"What... What you mean..."

He could see the color rise in her cheek. He grinned and said.

"The sky now is a beautiful painting consists of all kind of colors, just like your face now"

Zoya couldn't help but to blush at this. She felt heat rushing into her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip so as to stop herself from smiling goofy.

***(@)***

Days gave way to weeks which in turn gave its way to months. Time flew like wind. And with each passing time Asad and Zoya became more and more comfortable with each other. Even though they didn't realize it, they became inevitable part in each other's lives.

It was a Sunday. Both were up and ready. After having a delicious breakfast prepared by Zoya Asad sat in the sofa in the living room with a black coffee in his hand. His eyes fell on the odd colored pillows. Sipping his coffee he did a 360 degree observation of the room. a big smile appeared on his face as he got an idea.

Zoya was molding her clay in her workroom when she heard some sounds from living room. Alarmed, she got up and walked towards the source of the noise. She was about to take one more step when her body hit the leg of the chair and she lost her balance. Fearing for the ultimate fall down she closed her eyes and let out a yelp. But the fall never came, instead she found herself in his waiting arms, her head close to his heart. She could hear his erratic heartbeats just like she could hear her own. She blushed at the proximity. As Asad settled her on her foot she fidgeted with her dress trying to calm the sudden sensation in her body.

"Asad, what's the sound? And why this chair here? I have never kept a chair here"

"I have kept that chair there Zoya. I am rearranging the furniture here."

Zoya was mortified with his plan. Rearranging the furniture means more accidents for her. Change is a thing which a blind girl like her was afraid of. She started protesting;

"But why? Asad, I am used to the previous arrangement."

"Well I think it's time for you to explore new options."

"But I will fall down."

"Not when I am around. If you are falling, you will fall into my waiting arms."

And that kept her shut. She looked at him with her eyes widened. Asad held her hand and drew her close to himself. He blew air on her face while she closed her eyes. That moment, those words and that action marked the starting of an incredible journey... A journey which kept them alive and which buried them alive...