THE BELL RINGING WOMAN by NITHIN PURPLE 2015

CHAPTER 3

When the deadly incident quenched out, ‘The bell-ringing woman’ drove me in her chariot into the historical streets of Tuscany, a portion of Edward’s soul was then with me.

I felt high compassion for that Poor wretch, alas! Edward. His ‘wanderer’ form incarnated in me. I longed freedom like him too, it was interpreted. The bell-ringing woman wore her sunlight dress, beautiful than ever before. Nothing did satisfy her, she imparts knowledge as well as consciousness. We reached above the vault of Uffizi² and descended from the chariot and walked across the narrow courtyard between palaces’ two wings with its view towards Arno².

‘Inquisitively I pondered about Edward, the humanity’s grudge and politics that ruined his human form. I wondered why human found the furnace of solitude, sometimes self-destructive, careless even he shows the courage to kill his comrade since an enmity was born in him.

The bell-ringing woman took a beam of sunlight from her neck and pointed to my brains, she said with a response to my pondering mind

‘Man, see the yonder sun, it survives, yet human moldered beneath the sprouting grass.

See the relics of the shattered palaces here’:

She aimed me a few ‘Hellenistic Art’. The one that attracted me was the view of daughter of Niobe² bended by terror.

‘Look these statues — powerful human frames create them, yet it wonders the human whose life is waning fast’. She added

I gave a gaze on Niobide² a powerful stony art and mingled the sculpturer, who created that beautiful art — am sure he would now became a human stone!

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My questions began to encompass brighter, with my respect towards the ‘The bell-ringing woman’s’ knowledge, which was brighter than any heaven.

‘Would be Edward remembered anywhere, among their friends, relatives or any of his dear one’.

Hearing my question, she smiled upon me and said:

Edward is living still in his melancholic parents, I know why your questions escalate, look yonder Lima— she is crying with her broken heart. Look yonder Charlie and Jerry — they are drinking more wine today. However, there will come a time for those ruffians, as the earth is revolving with day after night.

Yet no men are foreign yet, see in distant skies — Death awaits everyone.

She drove me into the hallway, shown me the wonderful tapestries of the bygone art.

It was beautiful than one could explain. I stuck upon the incredible painting TondoDoni²,

Ah! Silk-woven, beautiful.

The bell-ringing woman gave a smile seeing my aesthetic love and she said:

‘It’s a marvelous experience of being with a human form, your wonders stimulating me, I could as well learn the human feeling, his savors and his unending enthusiasm’.

I walked across the painting gallery, and stood pondered upon

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seeing Botticelli’s² colors of mind; there was Raphael², caravaggio², Giorgione² and many more wonderful art.

I longed— I longed for years to visit Galleria dell’Accadedemiam², this occasion I used to visit there, I urged for a visit to there, and explained to ‘The bell-ringing woman’ my intense wishes, she said

‘Behold! Galleria dell’Accadedemiam’,

No— No— It’s not a Dream that I been in, I reached inside the gallery as a swift

My eyes are filled with golden ray of exuberance; my muse guides me into the gallery

There stood the reflection—the reflection of human masculinity— Carrara² made David²

Thick courage filled into my nerves, the wonder! The wonder has made my dreams fulfill. I hold my fist firmly to fulfill my creation.

Then we surfed across Arezzo² and happened to see the medieval, Gothic art culture and statues.

Across the pastoral fields of Pisa², my gravity with ‘The bell-ringing woman’ was much greater, She shown me the exceptional Piazza dei Miracoli², then guided across Prato², Siena², and Grosseto²

Lucca² and San Gimignamo².Departing from Florence the six hours journey to Amalfi coast² reduced to five seconds— due to the ‘The bell-ringing woman’s powerful visionary pace. We reached there and relaxed looking its beautiful mountain cliffs and blooming floral eyes.

Leaving Italy, I was obliged to ‘The bell-ringing woman’, who gave her enriched spirit, which converts human feelings to write and express. I would rather feel a loss if I miss Edward’s soul.

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The bell-ringing woman heard my mulling mind and she gave a reply:

O’ my pondering man, sorrow is a sea of unexpected, so count not its waters now. It is the right time for your transformation, come we fly across the Mediterranean Sea.

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