The Korean movie with English subtitles started dragging into the wee hours. The middle-aged Sculptor living a lonely life suddenly finds a new life when a young girl - maybe half his age - joins him as an apprentice.
What struck me the most was the striking resemblance of the plot of the movie and an even more striking resemblance of the woman in the story with my Angel. The brownish color and the smooth texture, slender figure with sharp features and the level of energy emanating from the person, the eagerness to learn and the innocence on her face and smile; altogether caught me flying off to a dream world of my own.
The long eye-lashes flipping with every batting of the eye-lid was inviting. The bubbly, chirpy, shrill voice was music to the years. The breath was warm an flowing like a stream of milk. Everytime she came close to the Mentor, he imagined how the good clay could be shaped into a beautiful sculpture. Caressing the raw material with every point of his palm and fingers, he was running his hands all over the outline. He could feel the soft, supple and tender shape he had begun to sculpt. The electrifying sensation that ran up his limbs and spine would have killed a horse!
Without even a hint, the Mentor was getting involved with the subject and had reached a stage where he can not spend a day without seeing his 'Angel'. The Angel was his single source of energy. The Angel was his only reason to be there. The Angel was his only inspiration. The Angel was his only dream.
He walked with the Angel, he talked with the Angel. He sang with the Angel and danced with the Angel too. He spent more time in his studio than ever before for as long as the Angel was there. His imagination ran wild when she was not around. He dreamt of the day when his dream would come true, when his sculpture would be recognised as a masterpiece of sorts.
What happens in the Sculptors dreams is a long story by itself. the stories will come out only if my Angel wants to listen. The morning, the afternoon, the evening, the night and the day after. So much has happened and there is so much more to happen too. I can tell, only if the Angel wants to hear.
"Angel, are you listening"?
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