Death-note of Sculptor.
Happiness is like a butterfly more you run after it, it won't come to you. But stand still and wait and it will come to you. Four years back my world was filled with happiness and all around me was bliss, but still my little heart don't know why was unsatisfied and yearning for something special. Though my mind couldn't understand what my heart wanted to say it continued to be free as it was and careless in so many ways. It never thought about my future. Yet it excelled and used every opportunity to make my life successful. Lost in my own world i came across a beautiful thing which on closer look turned out to be a precious stone. I never had seen anything like this before. It was so attractive that my heart leaped with joy. Some sort of extreme desire developed within me to own that precious thing. I thought of turning it into beautiful statue. It had vanished just like that in front of me leaving my heart with sorrow and search. I toiled day and night just to forget the