So first of all thanks to all those whio have made the the plain clothe,sheet,pot,piece of rock,the plain words little more beautiful with the touch of art.The person who has the love for art finds it difficult to be sad as the sadness is also articulated and he knows the art of converting into happiness.

Since morning after a long hectic session of writing and reading finally I visited this silicon and found so many nice articles so good and so nice.And it started raining heavily,so was made to sit for some more time and this story of Tagore is flowing from my hands in this website now as a criticism for not enjoying the moments when I had free time also.

The earth was divided into different paradises.In worker's paradise the people think only work and work whole day.Sleep late,wake up early and still they have work.In artists' paradise there were people who paint,sing,dance and work little just to fill their stomach.

Once a man from art paradise was wrongly directed to worker's paradise.He searched for a beautiful place with river and lied down on the bank.And a girl came running with two pitchers and filled them and started running.This man asked why she is running.She said she has so many works pending.And he slept there making some paintings.Next day,the another day same thing happened.He asked her to give one of her pitchers so that he can make some paintings on it.She didn't want to waste the time with this man,so gave him the pitcher and ran away.Next day he gave her painted pitcher.She didn't even care to say him thanks because it was a waste work for her.Then he asked for her plain ribbons.She gave him and ran for work.

It continued and slowly in the night this girl started looking at the painted pitchers,painted ribbons,her friends also started looking at her.She becam e little slower.And her friends also started following to the river bank to get the pitchers painted.So this news went to the boss of the paradise.In the meeting the boss aske why people are behaving strangely,standing and looking at some lines on the pitchers,on the piece of ribbons etc??But boss could see people are more relaxed and working with more enthusiasm.But he had to find out the changes in the behaviour of his paradise people.Someone pointed out this man and boss expelled him from there.Within a moment the girl started walking slowly outside of the paradise.

Art lies at the heart of everyone.All should work and earn and enjoy the art at the heart level.The art is not only for M.F.Hussain,A.R.Rehman,Lataji or anybody that way.Its for all.You paint,compose,sing,dance in the free time with yourself and that makes your personality better.It makes the way of looking at the things purer and problems much ligher.

Long live the great art in every heart!!!