AN ARTIST- PART 1
Why the moral policing? Kunal jerked his head , after all isn’t it my money and health, grinded his teeth . Who gives them right. “I know I am in the right.” he said the words out loud but no one heard it as he was alone in his workshop. See I have said it, then why do I still feel the pain in my head? From his position on the sofa Kunal looked at the bolted door, at that moment another thought spurred up. With fame comes great responsibility . The one constant advice he kept hearing all through his childhood to the initial years of adulthood. Was this the source of his discomfort? Was being a famous painter reason of his freedom to be being taken away? He remembered how the people closest to him becoming cautious with every new success of his, and came up with their do’s and don’ts lists, much to his chagrin. Things became so chaotic that he felt choked, so he discarded his so called well wishers, with the exception of one, a mischievous smile adorned his face. At that