The rain is pouring cats and dogs. The roof shakes as the storm violently brushes over the thatched roof. He looks at the incomplete statue. He has left it in midway ’cause he was not satisfied all of sudden. This also not going anywhere near to his want or imagination. He wants to imagine her face, but, fantasizing the queen is sin.
The incomplete statues still stand tall. When a nonseasonal storm howl over the meadow, local says it’s the scream of the villagers who have got washed away six centuries ago in a flood leaving behind these incomplete statues.
[The story had been written in Historical Present Tense]