I am just an ordinary man, who loves to dream , to paint smiles everywhere, loves the smell of wet soil, and the drops of rain . But often I feel that there is something missing, that is essential to feel complete. I am a happy man, but I feel I am an incomplete man too.

He would always be around you, not in these words or paintings, but in your heart. He will always be in happy memories. You can't cage his worth in few pages and colors.

I just wanted to paint her, especially her beautiful eyes. Her eyes, it's like they hold a whole world in them. Probably they hold my world.

I have seen so many girls in my life, but she is a woman. Hope to meet her soon.

He opened the side pocket of his bag and took out a photograph , stared it for long. It had been so many years, but he knew this was the right time to come back on her life and execute his plan.

Life is beautiful. I feel beauty all around me, in the sunshine, in the winds,in the rains, in the people, everywhere.

Amaya went to sit on a bench nearby. She had been to the park numerous times with Agastya, and just being there with another man made her feel like she was cheating. But Agastya was dead. Long gone. She took out his diary and started reading it.