I was at Café-Coffee-Day stewing in my own juices when I couldn’t help overhearing a conversation on weightier matters between two people.

“Working on your survival strategy demands such a heavy price.”

“What do you mean?”

“I found a way to exorcise the ghost of my hardscrabble childhood by pouring paint on the canvas. But building your skill-set all alone has its fallout.”


“One’s often taken for a ride here-there-and-elsewhere. At home it’s all eat-drink-and-be-merry. It seems one’s an also-ran both in the art studio and off it.”

The moment my eyes fell on the gentleman, he stopped talking.

First published in f3

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