it turned out to be a spiritual experience when I sat down to sketch her face because.I gained more confidence in the creator's ability; especially His aesthetic prowess. I felt besmalled by His artistry for giving her such precise and fine structure, those majestic curves and pleasing composition.
I was sulking from inside, feeling guilty , as if I was ruining a perfectly done masterpiece.
''Why do you think that way? It's enough that you tried to sketch me.'' She could not understand my guilt.
''It isn't enough,'' I protested, ''This was my chance to show you how beautiful you look in my eyes.''
Thursday, 19 January 2017
Love Shorts #19
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