#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...
I was standing in a well furnished room a lone.The silence was haunting me.I was observing that picture very closely.As I wanted to discover something......
I had a lot of questions in my head. But I did not know why that painting was so close to me.My tears started rolling over my cheeks and Suddenly I heard a weird Voice.I turned to follow that voice.Suddenly voice disappeared.
Actually that was my dream.I prepared myself For a new day.I had to wear a smile on my face. I had to spend a Fake life. Because somethings should be kept to you.
Now this time I decided to quit my job and Start to make paintings.Painting was my passion once.But I quit it too for a long time...
There was a strange restlessness inside me.
There was something about which I did not know...
The Job I decided to quit was of psychiatrist.I used to listen a lot of stories of people.That stories to which people feared to tell others.
.......To be continued
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