It was Sunday again and i had to go, to get the painting back. Star insisted he would come along as he had some errarnds in that shop. I would have never said no becouse i just simply enjoyed his company. While returning he started asking me about the painting, he told him everything i could. Suddenly he locked at me and asked me "do you want this painting to be converted into a coloured one? it eill be all new whit all the new hues" i didn't know what to tell him so kept mum and didn't utter a word after that it was sunday again and i had to go, to get the painting back. star insisted he would come along as he had some errands in that shop.
i would have never said no because i just simply enjoyed his company. whele returning he started asking me about the painting, i told him Eyerything i could. Suddenly he looked at me and asked me "do you went this painting to be converted into a coloured one? it well be all newweth all the new hues" i didn't know what to tell him so kept mum and didn't utter a word after that, i never wanted to change it, it was all i had and was a keepsakw fro my loved ones. We came back, all along the ehy without breaking the silence and went to our pleaces.
After few days, as usual i want to that oark to meet star after office hours. We both aggred for a stroll on the road behind that park. We went along and i informed him about the anything exhinition,which was going to be organised soon. I told him that he can disply his art there and then everyone will know that he was there in their city. He just smiled at me and said "sierra i don't want recognition. Living without recognition is a skill." i sighed and continued to walk. all of a sudden an uncontrolled lorry was heading towards me and i had no time to react. I don't know how star managed to save both of us and he bore the brunt of the accident. his right hand got fractrud and his work on half for few days but still marking my presence in all those after 5 members.
After few months, he recovered completely and told me that he is going to start working on his art again. I asked him in a low tone will you converted that painting of mine into a colourful one? i had pondered a lot and reached an a conclusion that sometimes change is good. Though the oainting well get transfrmed into a new one, still it will be the dame, the one which had shackles of my memory. he replied by to come to my apartment
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