Author: Divyang Arora
His clothes laced with sweat; the stonemason works on hitting on the slab of marble
repeatedly from angles that only he knows until he loses track of time. The sun rises and sets and stars change their positions and the sculptor remains oblivious. His sculpture appears perfect, a woman holding her baby, the smile on her face expressing repressed joy that she feels when she looks into the child’s eyes. To another man, his work is finished but the mason knows that it’s not even close to completion. Years of practice have told him that it is the most delicate of details, the wrinkles, the stretch marks, and the zits that make the sculpture look truly human. Right now, it will attract high praises about how it’s a masterpiece, but what he’s about to do will leave people speechless. His thoughts wander to how the rich madams who buy his sculptures always have more cosmetics on their faces than he can count and how people try to remove the very thing that makes his sculptures breathtakingly beautiful. These signs of wear that everyone is so eager to get rid of, speak of the person’s journey and what they have been through. It makes the emotions that they feel so much more defined. He gave a slight chuckle as he thought how funny it was that he was trying to turn statues into humans while they were trying to change themselves into statues.
The bazaar is packed with people and filled with the screams of young lads who work there asking the customers to have a look at their goods. A little boy looks at a white t-shirt with his favorite cartoon and runs to it. He pleads to his mother to buy it for him. When his mother declines, he starts crying and soon the mother and child have the attention of people around them. The mother lets out a sigh, sits down and explains to him in a gentle tone how white clothes easily get dirty and promises to buy a different colored t-shirt with the same cartoon. The sculptor who has set up shop right beside the boy selling t-shirts witnesses the entire scene and can’t help but think about how humans trick themselves into believing things that lead to self-satisfaction, regardless of how true they may be. If you think about it for more than ten seconds you realize that when the material is the same, there’s no reason that white clothes should get dirtier than clothes of any other color. The only difference is that the dirt and the marks are more visible on white, and humans have always been about how things look and not how they truly are. They would rather put less effort into washing dark colored clothes and pretend that they are completely clean than waste more times on washing a white cloth and know for sure that it’s clean. Funny how humans create their own illusions
without even realizing it and then pass on these illusions to their children and no one bothers to question them, as long as the illusion leaves them satisfied.