Wednesday, March 19, 2008
closing her eyes, she visualised it-
dimensions were a bit harder to imagine,
picking up her 2H pencil, she traced lines
delicately keeping her T angled.
something was wrong, she couldn't figure it out-
discarding the drawing sheet yet again.
so much time wasted, nothing to show for it-
fist clenched, she seeked composure.
no one understood her desperation-
this was either make or break for her,
this very thought drove away cobwebs-
her pencil moved afresh with renewed vigour.
when her designs were executed-
it was beyond anything anyone had seen,
in a space of few days, along wih fame-
unthinkable amount of money started pouring in.
"persistent paid or was it sheer luck?"