Mohan looked again at the female form he had sculpted, in utter incredulity.
The statue was exquisitely beautiful- an amazing work of art.
Mohan knew that he had finally made his masterpiece.
He jealously covered his creation with dried branches, to hide this sensuous female from public view.
She was too hot for display.
Mohan tossed and turned in his bed.
He started getting a recurring nightmare in which he would wake up in a cold sweat after a dreadful sequence- where he saw a handsome Gandharva (A kind of demi -god)- spiriting away his masterpiece after breathing life into her. The Gandharva would then sing and dance with Mohan’s beauty queen.
Feeling a powerful sting of jealousy, Mohan would then jump out of bed to chase the Gandharva away, only to see his sculpture safe where it had been. Mohan would then go back to sleep with an immense feeling of relief. This happened night after night.
After several nights like this, Mohan decided he could not stand the strain any longer. Though this was only an absurd dream, probably because of his own over-possessiveness, he decided to take the form and shift quietly to another far-off place.
When he removed the branches and lifted the statue lovingly, it felt a little heavier than before. He quietly put it back and took a close look. Then he fainted.
There was a light but clear bulge at the abdomen of his creation.
The stone woman seemed pregnant.