It was midnight. I was drawing the waves of sea in my new canvas. Dad was messing with a machine. I didn't know what it was! It was irritating.
I live with my dad. My dad is a scientist. I didn't know what my dad was trying to invent at that time. He is always busy with his work. But he is very enthusiastic and inspiring. I love my dad.
I love to paint and paintings. That's why my dad usually takes me to see the world's famous paintings. He is passionate about collecting paintings. 'Monalisa', 'The Scream', 'The Last Supper', 'Melting Clocks' I have seen all these paintings in my life. I grew up seeing replicas of these famous paintings. Some copies of these paintings were at our house before I was born.
A week before we went to Paris. All those paintings were in my head at that night. I needed some peace while I was painting but the ear piercing sound of my dad's scientific works were disturbing me. I entered into his room.
"Daddy! What are you doing? Can you turn this down, I can't work."
"What happened sweetheart? I am just so close to finish my work. Please wait for a while."
There was a canvas lying on the floor. I took it and I was shocked.
"What is this daddy?"
"Don't you remember, sugar? It is the famous painting of Salvador Dali?"
"It doesn't look like a copy. It looks like the original painting, daddy."
"May be you have lost your mind sweetheart. It is a copy. I bought it from Paris."
"The original painting was stolen after we came back from Paris. I read it on newspaper."
"Honey (pause). There is no point of hiding it anymore. Yes, I stole it. But I did it for you. Trust me honey!"
"No daddy, you can't do this. Do you know they can send you jail? I can't believe you did this."
"Enough is enough!" my dad shouted. "Take that garbage and throw it away into the dustbin. Nobody can take me into jail. Go to your room right now."
I couldn't believe my own ears. My dad could do such a thing like this? I carried the painting in my room and cried out. I threw it on the floor. This is beyond my imagination that my dad could do such a thing. I was so disappointed. I thought he would come but he didn't. After a while I placed that painting on my table. I was staring at it.
Then something happened. Suddenly the painting was shining. I was so scared. What is happening? The light was beaming out from that painting and it was increasing. I was trying to run but the rays grabbed my legs like snakes and pulled me into that painting. I was screaming loudly and my dad rushed into my room.
I shouted "daa?ad. Help me! Take me out please!" But he did nothing and the most surprising thing was that he was smiling at me.
I found myself standing in a desert. Behind me the clocks were melting. The sun was very much quite, so different. It has both green and yellow shades. A lizard was running here and there. At first I thought I was dreaming only. But later I found out that I was not dreaming. I was standing on a desert, exactly like it is in the painting. Every calculation is getting clear about my dad. Why all those paintings were in my house. Before I was born and why he stole this painting. He invented the machine and pushed me into the painting. I can't believe this how a father can do this to his own daughter? He just used me as a gin pig of his experiment. Now he has succeeded in his test. That is why he was so happy looking at me.
Will my life end here, in this painting? I can never get out, perhaps?
Naima Zaman is schooling with Brac University