My English works ,short films,sculptures and paintings
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Teena always dreamed to go beyond the golden hills.while she was looking at the hills ,shesaw a golden bird.Hesaw her and flew towards her through the goldenclouds. When his magical wings touched her,she turned to a goldenbird.They flew together over the golden hills and valleys singingthe song of love.....
When the western sky became reddish and the evening cool breeze touched ,she relieved from spell and fall downto earth.She found herself lying on her bed Her colourful glass bangles fully shattered and scattered onthe floor. She wriggled and yelled......nirmalajames