Her mystical face embodied joie de vivre. Her silken hair slumped over the swan-like mane and venus red lips resembled folded rose petals. Draped in white, she was nothing short of a celestial beauty. The jewel-like eyes, megawatt smile and pearly white teeth, this mesmerising beauty made her second to only one – the one whose portrait she was.
Her beauty dazzled as the fading evening rays shone on her. He bent side ways and looked at portrait at an angle. He picked up his palette and brush to give her a few finishing touches along her light brown hair.
The wind gushed in, blowing the curtains, as if to sing her arrival. The aroma of her scent mixed with the petrichor created by the drizzle. The fading light was subdued by the brilliance of her presence. Fiction had met reality.
“I knew what to expect when you called me to your studio.”
“Isn’t she better than the ones I have carved out before.” His eyebrows jumped in anticipation.
“Mm..Hmm.”, she frowned to give an incomplete confirmation.
“You know me very well, but you still don’t understand me.”
“Well, you are the first woman I ever knew after my mother. We’ve been best of buddies through school, college and graduation. We pursued the same hobbies, played the same games, watched the same movies.”
“Yes. We are the best of buddies. So?”, she grinned and gazed inquisitively in his eyes.
“I can capture your spirit on the canvas even in your absence. Howz that for the understanding bit?”
A pause followed. The rain became incessant, splashing in from the windows.
She moved closer to scrutinise the portrait. The depiction so perfect, it had mirror-like precision.
“The hair are a bit too long. eyes too brown. The skin tone is a bit lighter.”, she smiled. Her comment echoed a critical judge in a reality show, who couldn’t find another reason to evict a contestant.
He turned the canvas, took a few steps back, allowing the raindrops to dash on the portrait and dissolve the masterpiece into mush.
A long silence ensued.
He began thinking pensively of his next attempt.
“Ouch.”, she thought, “The portrait was perfect, my friend, but I want our relationship to stay in the realm of friendship. I don’t want the complexity of a marriage ruin everything. Things are rosy to start with. Lovers soon become strangers. Pain and agony follows. I would never risk our beautiful relationship to dissolve into nothingness like this portrait has.What if my beauty fades away and you stop loving me? Stay my friend, my friend.”
“Forget about it. We are late for the movie.”, she announced before tears could flow and dragged him towards her car.