The Unknown Parnter

I really don't believe much in painting and drawing but my mum made me do it anyway. She always says it's my talent and that it's God's gift to me. I might believe that part. But what bothers me most is that she made me paint the image of my late father. She wont stop talking about him and their nice time together that at times I used to feel unease.

 Now the day has come for me to be lost in my own fantasy too. I tried painting a comic story but failed no matter how many times I tried. I always ended up with the image of the same girl with no other character in mind. Each time I draw, the image pop up and I angrily threw the sheet away. I always thought, drawing an image for a very long time is my bad luck or what my mother had built in me. I always grew angry at my own failure.

Then one day when Mum came back from her friend's place, she made me dressed up to attend to a birthday party.

At first I had declined.

"You're going to meet a lot of new faces King. You should go." She said happily.

"I only want to draw Mum." I declined.

"You can take your pad along. You can even draw the event for real. Isn't that fantastic? You can sit in a corner and draw as many people as you want." She persuaded.

I thought that was a little too good advice. I took my pad and my material, put on my dress and headed down there with my Mum.

And of course, according to her, many were present. Many that I can actually draw as many people as possible. 

She made me sit beside the house where I can see everything from afar.

It's been five minutes and funnily the only image I drew was the image of the same character I've been drawing for the past month. 

Angrily, I threw the pad away and it landed right in front of her. At first, I thought it's one of the drawing popping up from my head but it seems so real the next moment.

The girl was wearing a silk dress with a red ribbon. She had her hair in a ponytail style. And she stood looking at the book dropped at her feet. She picked it up and opened it while I look with my mouth agape. Am I now looking at the same girl I've been drawing for the past month? Right in front of me? 

I watched her looked at the book and then back at me.

"You've been drawing me haven't you?" She asked gently.

I actually don't know what to say because I believe nobody will ever believe that fantasy that I have been drawing for the past month as a comic actress from my imagination is actually standing in front of me. Even I don't believe.

"I'm so sorry." Was all that ever escape from my mouth.

I was still wondering if some stuff like that ever happen before she moved close to me. 

"Can I sit?" She demanded.

"Of course," I answered with much enthusiasm. 

She sat down gently beside me on the bench with the pad on her lap.

"You're a great artist and you know how to draw comics from real-life object. You should work on it. I love art. It's very cool. Everything about art is cool. It's all life and all beauty within." She talked as I watched every movement made by her lips in succession. 

How can she harbour so much beauty? And how did I ended up drawing her the way she is even without meeting her for once?

"You can work on it and I can help you with it."

"Did you draw? I asked.

"Of course I do. Maybe a little bit better than you." She boasted.

It's very funny how life tends to treat us at times. I'm spending my time with my imaginary picture now for the past twenty years. She has been helping my comic company and she has been a good wife to me. Later, she learned the truth about my drawing, and believe me she finds it difficult to believe. Even up till now, I still have a little doubt if actually, I haven't met her somewhere before that time. But I never recollect where.