#WritcoStoryChallenge
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember... Really? No, it was my denial feeling that making me to forget everything which relates to us. I do remember all the memories, all the laughs which was comprised of the flattering moments. That day was so special to me, it was my 25th birthday and you planned it so nicely. You made me to find your destination through number of clues around the city. I went to each place which reminded me the special feeling, made me to feel shy as well as jubilant. Finally, I arrived at the last stop and saw you wearing an amazing red saree. You were gorgeous and beautiful as you used to be. You gifted me the handcrafted painting, for which you took unprecedented time. I opened and got stunned to this amazing artwork which was deliberately showing our love. Whenever I pretend that I am happy, it's because I connects my heart to that painting and tell myself, you left me because of my deeds.