“Wow, great paintings. This painter’s painting has
depth in it, what’s his name?” Papa asked me.
depth in it, what’s his name?” Papa asked me.
“This is Ashwin, Papa. You like his paintings.”
Arjun asked Pa.
“Yes beta, I want to buy one of his paintings.”
Mr.Choudhary said.
“I will gift you on your coming B’day. Ashwin is the pen
name of the painter and the painter is standing before you.” Arjun said.
“Where is he?” He asked.
“Papa, it’s me.”
“You never told us”
“You disliked. I secretly pursued and here I am.”
Arjun said.
“Sorry Arjun, I never saw beyond the painters painting
hoardings.” Tears of happiness welled up.
