Artist

He was travelling with me. He smiled at me and so did I. The train was moving ahead and the trees, houses, bridges were breathlessly running behind. I asked him, " what do you do for a living? " He replied me that he was a worshipper. I paused a while and asked him, "which god do you worship & what is your religion? ". He did not answer anything. He looked unto the river that flowed from some unseen distant hills. I did not ask him anything more. The train ran over the bridges producing huge rattling sounds. At the end of a long bridge when the sound and vibration became normal he told with a smile, "BEAUTY is my God and LOVE is my religion. " I requested him for his visiting card. He opened his grey-coloured handbag and gave me a card which was empty and white. I gave him a puzzled look and indicated him that the card did not bear his name. He told me that he did not have any name. I was surprised. He sensed my bewilderment & thought to put an end to my confusions. Like a stoic with eyes fixed on the distant sky he uttered, " I don't have name. I am an artist. I worship BEAUTY. My religion is LOVE and my God is LIFE. "