The Tankha Painter

The bejewelled obese woman leaned over the Tankha painting of a serene Buddha in deep meditation and let out a  squeal of delight much to the chagrin of the art boutique owner. Clearly the Tankha was soon going to be her's for a staggering sum of sixtyfive thousand rupees.

Crisp bank notes changed hands and the Buddha neatly packed and carefully placed on the seat of her black waiting Benz.

Dakpha let a beatific smile play on his lips as the car glided away. Sixtyfive grand would see him through a whole year! Going behind the carved walnut wood partition of his studio he lit  an incense in front of the altar and setting up a new canvas drew a line with a flourish. The cycle of creating another God had begun.

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