I won't be writing much for the proposal. I just want to present an extract of the latest work I'm currently involved in.
"A glass of emptiness there lay in the shadows, murky yet still vivid in appeal.
She said, "those were paintings by the undaunted".
In that blurry background, I could see her hair luscious and flawless, flow in the wind beautifully. How could a man betray someone so lively and proportionate. The journey, the mayhem; she was burned, tossed in flame as life exchanged her impeccability for sin. Her righteousness towards justice were just a trade-off, a mere fiasco for the uncultured.
"Coffee?", asked she, breaking the silence.
"Thank you, but I feel like taking a walk. I'll be back soon", I said and left her dark and desolated, alone in a place I admired to be my home quite so often.
I shot for the park. The pacing heart rhythms and deafening breaths were my hunt for solace. After about five rounds, I turned down drenched and weary. Not a big athletic person was I. Age had held onto it's grip, not to forget the unhealthy eating habits.
Returning back, something hit me. Unromantic though I was, I bought a bouquet still for the lovely lady back home. Possibly her innocence petrified my very being.
"And what do I owe this pleasure to?", she asked with a smile.
"I didn't know my little gesture was questionable", I asked intently.
"It's not a question per se, I'm just curious about your mindset as to what thinking of yours led me to this gift", she said.
"The world intrigues me Tanya. I sometimes like to see things differently. I try to look at them in a different light. For most people, beauty is a matter of vividity and perfectnesss. I admire beauty for it's pureness and serenity. For me, it is a reflection of the inner self, of who a person truly is", I said stammering a bit.
"From the time I had your first glimpse, you'd fascinated me in a very different way. And maybe, this is just a gesture of gratitude for enticing my curiosity again", I said, this time with a smile.
"Thank you", softly she said, looking at me.
"You're completely wet", she exclaimed.
"Oh yeah, I just forgot about it. I'm gonna take a quick shower", I said as I rushed for my towel.
My slumber brain just started ticking all over again.
"How was she able to hold herself after all this", I thought to myself.
Afterall, she had braved her soul last night, pouring out her vicious past. This was so very disturbing. I got intimidated and disfigured by her story to such an extent that I felt like being held responsible for her sufferings. The better half of a man is instigated through his own unworldly sins. An even stronger repentance persist, when he lives through a narrative he isn't supposed to seek. I felt the heat, the disarray and uneasiness, knowing those guilty stay unscratched."
Hope you can make a valid decision based on the content mentioned.
And regarding the timing involved, the above mentioned project is a personal one which I can pause and resume anytime I want and as per my requirements. Hence, this shall not pose any kind of a barrier towards the work I might get offered.
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