It 5 in morning. I was in balcony looking at the bright orange ochre on sky with black birds in it.It was serene. To outside world i was an disabled yet the strongest artist.newspaper,magazine,t.v. had my name in it,I am famous now.people jealous me for my frame,my popularity,my growth.some become inspired.some said i cheats in everything.
But none.none in this world saw my pain ,my humiliation,my insults and everything i have faced till now.they only saw me when I had everything not when I lost things. I wished to run away somewhere far away from things,from reality. I want to go to an green place which holds calm and peace.i want to go to place where no one recognise me as an artist but rather treate me as normal human being.
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Ms.wheelchair
General Fictionpeople made fun of her for her disability since childhood.Her dream was to become an artist and she became leaving her 1st toxic love. what happens when her fan comes and change her life?
