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THE MASTERPIECE OF LIFE
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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 started my daily routine( what can be a routine of 65yrs old me). i woke up, asked my daughter for a cup of tea, and until the tea gets ready, i always loved to sit in my garden bench, fresh morning breeze with the fragrance of flowers. it still works for me.
my daughter came and handed me over the tea cup with a smile but i was still thinking about the painting. when she asked "mom! what happened to you, you look lost..." i told her about the painting,which memory is little blur in my mind. i told her about the perfection of tht painting and also that, that i am not able to recognise why that masterpiece was on my hands? i haven't stolen it from anyone nor i bought that then why and from where it came?
when i was speaking she was listening very carefully but once i finished she started looking at me with very kind eyes and smiling face. i was still not able to memorize what was that, then she hold my hand and bring me to the drawing room.
when we reach there and she pointed towards wall, i was stunned,my eyes were wide open so my mouth was. that masterpiece was hanging proudly on that wall. she told me that this painting is done by me only, the creature of that masterpiece is none other than me. that painting was my last work which took around 6months to complete and also get awarded in a very big ceremony.
i was holding my own painting......
she told me that when we were heading to home after that award ceremony, we met to an road accident and i lost my some part of memory and till now i am recovering but very slowly also that age factor is helping me to start forgetting things.
Now i understood why that painting was at my hands.....why that was attracting me soo much.....and why there was the same perfection i always wanted on my work....
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 started my daily routine( what can be a routine of 65yrs old me). i woke up, asked my daughter for a cup of tea, and until the tea gets ready, i always loved to sit in my garden bench, fresh morning breeze with the fragrance of flowers. it still works for me.
my daughter came and handed me over the tea cup with a smile but i was still thinking about the painting. when she asked "mom! what happened to you, you look lost..." i told her about the painting,which memory is little blur in my mind. i told her about the perfection of tht painting and also that, that i am not able to recognise why that masterpiece was on my hands? i haven't stolen it from anyone nor i bought that then why and from where it came?
when i was speaking she was listening very carefully but once i finished she started looking at me with very kind eyes and smiling face. i was still not able to memorize what was that, then she hold my hand and bring me to the drawing room.
when we reach there and she pointed towards wall, i was stunned,my eyes were wide open so my mouth was. that masterpiece was hanging proudly on that wall. she told me that this painting is done by me only, the creature of that masterpiece is none other than me. that painting was my last work which took around 6months to complete and also get awarded in a very big ceremony.
i was holding my own painting......
she told me that when we were heading to home after that award ceremony, we met to an road accident and i lost my some part of memory and till now i am recovering but very slowly also that age factor is helping me to start forgetting things.
Now i understood why that painting was at my hands.....why that was attracting me soo much.....and why there was the same perfection i always wanted on my work....
