Chapter 1: Freznel and her startling art
Freznel was an 18 year old girl. She was fair, slim and tall, with her soft, blonde hair always bouncing over her sholders. She lost her family in a car accident. She had no relatives, so she lived alone in the house built by her father. She had a talent of designing clothes. Clothes, for her was an entirely different world. A world full of fantasy, full of imaginations. This was a world whose queen was Freznel. She would get lost in the feel of the textile which she would rub against her long, slender fingers.The different colours of the cloth would bring a big grin on her face. She enjoyed the journey, the tour on which the clothes took her. The tour full of happiness. She studied hard day and night, practiced the stitching and sketching till she achieved perfection. She sketched models, and designed their net worked sarees, frilled skirts and casuals. The walls of her room were full of her paintings and sketches. Her eyes sparkled when she filled the blank sarees drawn on the paper with fine designs. After finishing, one could see the merry smile of satisfaction spread on her face, reddening her cheeks with the glow. Freznel was an artist born for fashion designing. Her art deserved appreciation. She secured degrees in first class in fashion designing courses.
One fine morning, she made coffee for herself and went outside into the garden. The garden had green, velvety grass and a round, aluminium table exactly in the middle. There was a red and white, polka dotted, big umbrella attatched to the table. Freznel sat on one of the four steel chairs under the cool shade of umbrella. On the table she kept the hot coffee, and began reading the newspaper.
The first headline read " A BUS ACCIDENT; SIX KILLED, 22 INJURED ". This headline reminded her of her family which was killed in a car accident. She just overlooked at the topics related to the politicians as she had no interest in it. She turned the page and her hazel eyes stopped at an advertisement. It was of a cloth company. She read aloud, " Vacant seat available for the post of designer in Fraunhoffer Fashion house, opposite to the Town Hall building. Talented candidates may appear for an interview with their biodata and/or portfolio. Hurry up! Deadline is 4th May 2016 ". She quickly opened the calender in her smartphone and saw the date. It was 2nd May 2016. As she made a move to keep her mobile on the table she realized that she had quite forgotten about the coffee which has now started to cool. She drank the coffee and went inside the house. She opened her cupboard, and started to file some of her best sketches, and wrote their titles in mind blowing, print like letters. She decorated the file with a red ribbon and wrote "Portfolio" in calligraphic handwriting on the file. Then she made her biodata ready with all the documents of her degrees in various fashion courses. She looked at the clock. It was 8:30 a.m.
" It is not late yet... I can go for the interview today itself! ", she said with a beam of happiness. She opened her wardrobe, and wore the chocolate brown jeans and her favourite blue top. She herself wrote "Fashion" with white acrylic paints on this top in decorative font style. She clutched her blonde hair as she looked at her image in the mirror. There she was, perfectly dressed. She sang the morning prayer in front of God. She then went in the hall, in front of a portrait. In the portrait there was her mother, father and the childhood photo of her older sister. This photo was taken before the birth of Freznel. The photo that was made into a portrait had fresh flower garland hung around it. Freznel joined her hands in front of it to seek blessings from her beloved family. A black watch rolled around her thin wrist and a fake golden chain dangling around her neck. Dressed in this style, she left the house.
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