October 9, 2012

Monalisa Smile




Walking by the art gallery Rebecca was lost in thoughts of her daily life.

'What a wasted life - the artist in me has died' she brooded.

'My life is all about duty' she said looking at the famed replica.

'And look at you – smiling for centuries’.

Rebecca’s mobile was buzzing, it was from an unidentified number.

She disconnected it a couple of times,but the caller persisted,finally she took the call.

‘Who’s this?’

A feeble woman’s voiced spoke -‘Smiles carried me through the miles of time’

Trembling, Rebecca looked up at the painting again – Monalisa was smiling.




Gyanban Thoughts : and the mystery continues....



image courtesy : here

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