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 site of that precious stone. My work kept away the desire to turn it into a beautiful statue. But, at last, I gave up my struggle and went back to the place where I had seen that precious stone I searched and searched but couldn’t find it anywhere and returned home dejected. With new sunrise came new hope and again I went to the same place with new vigour. No matter how much I looked for it, I couldn’t find it for many days. At last I decided to give up my search. To overcome the nagging thought of going back and searching for that stone I again immersed myself in work.
One day, after two years, life took me again to that same place. I couldn’t believe what was in front of me, the same precious stone which I couldn’t find. I rejoiced and took at once, afraid that I would lose it. I brought it to a safe place near my home. I had always admired this stone and I could fulfil my heart felt wish to turn it into idol of ‘the princess’.
With that stone in my hand and aim in my mind I set to work. I worked day and night never leaving that stone more that few hours. Though I was always working people came to see my work many were awestruck by the image I was making. My fame spread far and wide. That stone gave whole new meaning to my life and my work. My heart was filled with immense pleasure while working on that stone. After seven days of hard work I finally completed my work. My beautiful princess looked so real that no one would believe that it was just a statue. People from all classes appreciated my work. It became a lucky charm for me and filled my life with happiness. I would always keep that princess close to me. It had become centre of life.
One day, while working around the statue my hammer accidently hit my princess. A fine crack developed there which I immediately mended. I became upset and retired from my work for some time. When I returned to work I fixed it. It looked like it is fine. After few days I found that the crack in idol is still there and it is expanding. I kept concentrating on my princess. I tried to fix it many times. But the crack was so deep that whenever I tried to fix it the next time it would become worst. One day that tiny crack turned into a disaster and my idol was broken. I could handle the pain in my heart. There was a lot of disturbance inside me. I was feeling guilty about my mistake. The guilt was so strong that I felt like I have lost my aim of life. After that day I couldn’t concentrate on any other work. I was always thinking about my mistake and that would make me feel like my soul has left my body alone. All the happiness was gone.
My memories faded and my soul left my body.