And the artist died...
The person who is born never know how much transition are they going to endeavour in their life/ will take place in their life. The artist also didn't know that like the rest of the lot. From early age, the sensitive nature of the artist made it possible to observe the complexity of scenarios going on in the surrounding; some were understood while most appeared unimportant yet they were observed very keenly . With the number of passing years, this observation started to show its true colours, the artist started to illustrate all those observations in form of paintings; those little pieces of drawings and patterns on vases were of much significance than the world’s most precious art crafts to the artist. The artist knew what potential was being contained in much a small body. Perhaps it was this very basic (or over confidence) which urged the artist to write small pieces of poetry as well. “ I still remember, the first poem was on a doll. When submitted to the teacher; it did