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The Painting
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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...suddenly I felt a severe pain in my head as if someone has inserted a thousand needles in it all at once. Ooo the pain…. with great strain I got up ,looked around .There was no one just pitchless silence.I tell you..it could give a dead man another heart attack. Nothing was clear. I was so confused. Why am I here? What this painting is doing in my hands? Am I some thief? It’s interesting that how I could only think of the worst.Well! Fear does it to you. I could be painter…a collector…something honourable. I take a look at the painting,it was a fine masterpiece. Woman with a parasol…A Monet...My hands began to shake for its frame was all broken and now the masterpiece was just lying in my hands..all exposed..naked…uncovered. Vulnerability scares you the most.I tried to recognize the place. It was some art gallery. The walls were adorned with other great artworks.I wanted to get out but still it was not clear that what I was doing there? Why the painting was in my hands and what happened to...
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...suddenly I felt a severe pain in my head as if someone has inserted a thousand needles in it all at once. Ooo the pain…. with great strain I got up ,looked around .There was no one just pitchless silence.I tell you..it could give a dead man another heart attack. Nothing was clear. I was so confused. Why am I here? What this painting is doing in my hands? Am I some thief? It’s interesting that how I could only think of the worst.Well! Fear does it to you. I could be painter…a collector…something honourable. I take a look at the painting,it was a fine masterpiece. Woman with a parasol…A Monet...My hands began to shake for its frame was all broken and now the masterpiece was just lying in my hands..all exposed..naked…uncovered. Vulnerability scares you the most.I tried to recognize the place. It was some art gallery. The walls were adorned with other great artworks.I wanted to get out but still it was not clear that what I was doing there? Why the painting was in my hands and what happened to...
