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The Painting & I
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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...
I looked minutely all details associated to it. They are staring at me. Three dolls. Smiling face with dark shades on their cheeks. It reminds me of something which I can't narrate in a few words. Last morning only I saw a similar face. Naturally the scars keeps a sense of grief within. I try to recall where did I get this painting.
A flash came into my mind - an old garage, a store nearby and an oak tree. In autumn leaves were drying and i dropped in to our garage to clean. I cleaned all junks but didn't open a torn suitcase. I threw that to the wastebox but how did I get back that. I found that from that suitcase. The yellowish gloomy shades with reddish tint.
I am not aware whose it is, but I am the successor for sure.
© debashishbhattacharya
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...
I looked minutely all details associated to it. They are staring at me. Three dolls. Smiling face with dark shades on their cheeks. It reminds me of something which I can't narrate in a few words. Last morning only I saw a similar face. Naturally the scars keeps a sense of grief within. I try to recall where did I get this painting.
A flash came into my mind - an old garage, a store nearby and an oak tree. In autumn leaves were drying and i dropped in to our garage to clean. I cleaned all junks but didn't open a torn suitcase. I threw that to the wastebox but how did I get back that. I found that from that suitcase. The yellowish gloomy shades with reddish tint.
I am not aware whose it is, but I am the successor for sure.
© debashishbhattacharya
