Who keeps on curving the frescoes of life upon the canvas of memories? I don't know. But whosoever draws the brush is creating a picture, that I know for certain. In other words, he is not bothering much about corresponding with the archetype, the original. He is simply doing what he desiers - keeping some and erasing others, whichever way his vision allows him to drift. To him, insignificant things may hold profound importance, and profound issues may bear little importance. He doesn't hesitate to scatter the chain of events, like a God playing with his dices. In this perspective, his only function is to paint his thoughts into the canvas, not the recollection of history....
(above: Tagore's paintings - Mask (left) and Dancing Girl (Right).
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