Like every time I am again Busy with my nomadness. Suddenly I saw a guy who is lean in his painting. The way he is working attracts me a lot. People are standing around him but he is deeply involved in his painting. I saw him and move ahead. Though, I moved but my mind is still thinking about him. I thought I must talk with him but my second thought told me not to disturb him. He is busy in making different pictures and writing different sentence in stylish writing…
I back without talking to him but he made me think about him a lot. My mind kept on thinking about him. Day after day, I kept on thinking again and again…
I keep on imagining him with his brush, paint and stuff around him. The way he was painting, making him a good painter but how unfortunate he is… Sitting on the road and writing – I love you…miss you…love u mamma-papaetc…for people…
One fine morning I decide to meet him and talk to him. He is still indulging in his work. His face is hiding below cap and his hands are working with perfection…
Your work is very fine – I direct ask him.
Thanks – he reply even without look at me.
You do it by yourself or you are trained – my next question.
I am trained fine art student but doing all these work to serve my family. My parents spend lots of money in my education and now its my turn to fulfill their dreams. When I find that, my art is not able to earn enough money to serve my family I decide to do this work so that I could earn some money to give my family…
My Wish and desire is to become a famous painter but how can anyone survive without money ?
Left me with this question he starts his work again and soon he gets busy with his brush…
