Hasee toh phasee
“What is this! Just a few lines strewn on a canvas and they
cost you thousands. Sheer daytime robbery!“, Sahil mumbled as he came across a large
painting. He had already been to several other rooms in the exhibition and
everytime just came out with more exasperation.
The girl standing next to him who was also looking at the same painting overheard his remark and turned to face him.
Her eyes caught his as she spoke, “Well I think there is always more to
something than what meets the eyes, whether it’s the case of a person or a
thing. Same goes for the paintings.”. She spoke with an endearing smile
on her face and walked ahead to see the next painting.
He was in a daze for a moment as he quickly assembled
himself and caught another glimpse at her. She was a dawning beauty, wearing a
white linen tucked in shirt and stone washed jeans, her hair flowing as she glided
to the next sculpture.
“What can really be there behind those random lines that could mean anything more, honestly I cant understand what the artist tried doing here”. He couldn’t resist himself from walking down to her.
She turned to him, as her eyes sparkled. “I think abstract paintings like these give you a chance to let your imagination free, think broad speculating the artist's intention.” She paused for
a second flicking her lashes, “You aren’t much into art, are you?”.
“Yeah I am not. But I always love to know more about any
pretty thing I come across, just like I would love to know more about you.
Would you mind enlightening me?”
“You find me pretty, eh?”,
“Yes you are. Very. If you don’t mind being
complimented.”
“Ha! Who wouldn’t!” She blushed, with a beaming smile.
“Hansi toh phansi Sahil,
this is your chance”, Sahil wondered. He spoke ahead “So does this mean I
get a chance to know more about you over coffee?". He briefly stopped to ensure he had her attention and continued, "I am Sahil, by the way.” He extended
his hand to shake hers.
Before he could get any response, a man shoved him back and
stood facing the girl. He wielded a pen and a notebook in his hands as he
spoke, “So Mrs. Tara, you won the best artist award today for your painting 'The Twisted Lines'. I am sure your family and husband will be very proud. What do you
think has been the reason behind your success?”
She smiled as she saw Sahil’s jaw drop in the background, “Well
I follow the same principle in my paintings as I do in my real life. I prefer to give others a chance to think wild. To let imaginations loose." She beamed, "By not directly revealing the best essence.”
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