Stand still,let me take a look,he said strictly..
And the beauty pouted still stood still..
Why donot you understand,you are my muse,he asked as his fingers continued to mess the colours..
She nodded and looked at the white board..
As his fingers moved,drawing her,standing against the Sunset,leaning on the railing,
As the glowing red of sun fell on her face,leaving a feeling of melancholy..
He smiled a little.
Sometimes artists donot need words to understand what happens..
Her heart was in a mess,she was doubting herself,about the things to come..
And he decided to draw a little white flower in her hands by himself..
A bud..
She looked at the finished painting asking why..
He chuckled..
Because you are like this bud..
With time,with enough sunshine and water,you would bloom into a beautiful flower,
Trust me..
She asked,what if my petals are infected by green bugs?
He smiled and said,donot worry,I would plant few other plants that can keep insects away..
What if I won't get enough water and sunlight,she asked..
Then I would carry you with me, wherever I go,so that you can bloom safely..
He answered..
She laughed,as if it was just a funny tale..
Not knowing..
Never knowing..
She was actually the bloom of his..
Blooming in his heart..
