About three decades back, a period in my life when I always think about creating my own art, one day it happened; while walking through a countryside I could hear a faint sound of cry; a cry to liberate from the bondage; In the end I could locate the source; It was a moderately big soap stone; I carried it with me ; blindly tried with the available tools to liberate the inner crying object; in the end came out the head of a very old man - my first sculpture.
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