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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...but when it was on my hands I was at the seventh sky. I hadn't seen anything that much beautiful with the perfection i always wanted on my work too.

i always loved to paint and to continue that i started my carrier on same. there is a no end happiness when you see your dreams alive and looking at that painting,my hands were shivering. the more i admire the painter,it is very less for the work he has done

i opened my eyes and...