It’s all gloomy. The sky is damp,
the weather is shrewd and the wind is hissing like snakes in a pit.
The artist was sad, for he was
confused. Confused of what he should do. Should he pursue his dream he has been
waiting for all these years or pursue the dream he is living in now? He was
helpless; he wanted to talk but would she listen?
He called her and immediately
disconnected the call. He looked at her picture. Smiling he said: “You are nothing short of my everything”
From yesterday, it's coming... from
yesterday, the fear; It calls him but he doesn't want to read the message here.
Looking back alone...we have no choice but to try, for our curiosity and for
our fear of what will happen if we don’t.
He paints the same emotions on
his wall. He finishes it and then he sits back and sips a cup of coffee and says:
“Hey, it’s not that bad!”
