An Artist’s Dream: Part I: Tale II

Updated: Sep 13

Book I: Your Adorable Artist

Chapter II: The Tale of a Lamenting Artist


Looking out the window, Naina could see the black clouds roaring and the winds invading their city but not a drop of rain. She stood before her Professor in his chamber as he skimmed through her submission. She knew her work would ensure reprimanding, but she couldn’t help herself from writing it.


Ever since she lost her grandfather about a year ago, her life has not been the same. He was the only force protecting her by projecting confidence & with his loss, Naina failed in everything. Her moral support vanished, and her mother sought help than offered some.


Putting her submission down, the Professor exclaimed, “Yet another monologue, Naina?”


Cutting her eye contact, Naina remained silent & leaning back in his chair the Professor continued, “Readers are not in for your therapy, lady.”


What could she say? That her mother has lost herself completely? Or that her loneliness was eating her creativity? Or that she loved to live in the past rather than face the present? What could she say?


Adjusting his glasses, the Professor expressed, “We all write about ourselves, but the mastery of enclosing the truth with a false reality makes us professional, lady. I’m afraid you are..”


Hoping to defend herself, Naina interrupted, “I’m going through a lot, sir.”


“So are we all. You don’t see me doing mediocre work,” the Professor reacted with a smile.


Waiting for a moment & witnessing her muteness, the Professor continued, “My kindness won’t spare the wolves out there from judging you, Naina. Men who never wailed a day in agony to jot a sentence will be ready to fling their criticism within seconds.”


Standing up, he gave Naina her submission before concluding, “If you still want to be traditionally published, do not complain or convince. Just let them live in your world & they will appreciate your work.”


With a small nod & a blank expression, Naina took her submission before leaving the room. As she walked back, she recalled how over the years, she was told that all her heroes do not have a parent figure & her protagonists often seek answers that make no difference.


However, Naina convinced herself that only those characters motivated her to write more. When someone complained about recurring patterns in her stories, she defended them by telling herself, “There is nothing wrong with it.”


When her mind questioned her actions, she quietened it by thinking, “What’s wrong with expressing characters through her own experiences?”


Even after that, if her mind continued, she replied to herself, “I don’t care! I’ll write whatever I want. However, I want to. As long as I relish whatever I write, I don’t see any problem!”


But for the first time, Naina wondered if her mind was right. Maybe her Professor meant to say that it wasn’t. Maybe all those years of arrogance & ego-boosting might not have been the best thing for her. She told herself that perhaps it would be wise to get help & live beyond the trauma of abandonment.

 

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Credits

This contribution is created by R. S. Chintalapati, contributed by Nikhila Kotni, edited by Sreekar Ayyagari, photographed by Nikhil Narayanasa, & acted by Mounika Kodeboina.

 

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