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#The painting
#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...
but this beautiful art made me mesmerized ....with it's unique approach. My eyes glued to it for a while. But that doubt still lingered with me, tried to back to the memory lane, was it mine? murmuring or someone has gifted to me, or was it really stolen? the mind was asking uncountable questions only to get the answer and my eyes looking for the same answer but suddenly a half open almirah came into eye contact and inside there was an unlocked box...found that it was a gift from a loved one... as a token of memory... but age and memory has always a contradiction... how can we forget? forgotten memory at last successfully proved that it's the fault of your age... because you are old now.
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 this beautiful art made me mesmerized ....with it's unique approach. My eyes glued to it for a while. But that doubt still lingered with me, tried to back to the memory lane, was it mine? murmuring or someone has gifted to me, or was it really stolen? the mind was asking uncountable questions only to get the answer and my eyes looking for the same answer but suddenly a half open almirah came into eye contact and inside there was an unlocked box...found that it was a gift from a loved one... as a token of memory... but age and memory has always a contradiction... how can we forget? forgotten memory at last successfully proved that it's the fault of your age... because you are old now.
