Art was in pain today.
She was struggling to get the story out before she got consumed further by the emotion.
Athough the chaos was clear in her mind, the pain was failing her to string it up.
Art was powerful, having given out wonderful stories before.
But the intensity of this emotion she wanted to portray, was far greater than she had imagined.
Selfless love - it had the power to conquer the world, only if people let it.
It was the story of a child's dreams, the protection, support, struggle, courage, sacrifice made by a father for protecting his child, so that his wife and child could go on, the sacrifice of a wife who understood her husbands decision, knowing she was losing her loving husband, yet carried on with the child's journey. If this is not selfless love, what is!
The concept of love was not new to Art.
However, as the visual of the story, the characters journey took shape in her mind, the intensity and power of the emotion dawned upon her.
And this revelation had overwhelmed her.
She wanted it to be weaved such that it could justify the value and power of the emotion.
Will Art, the conduit of transformations, be able to do justice to it?