My Mr. Artist

Chapter 20

SARANSH being the middle child of the eldest couple, Vahin and Paawni Awasthi had it's own advantage and disadvantage. His older brother, Shivin Awasthi was everyone's pride and they all had expectation from him to be best, while his younger sister was every ones joy, even his very own strict grandfather would give her one in a billion smile. Whereas, he was just some quite kid who would be invisible most of the time.

Also being a part of the family with such high social statues had also become barrier and caged him with its rules. where his siblings had fit perfectly from childhood in this lifestyle, he was the only one struggling to in everything from scoring good marks to making friends with others of his age, or to just earn a smile from his father and grandfather for him, plus being an introvert also didn't help him. But still their was one thing he loved with all his heart and soul and had became his happiness - painting. when he had difficulty expressing his emotions in words, he would draw it. It had become his only solace since he was small child and he was happy in his small world with just him and his art. He even got his first friend in his art class, Arnav his most special person after his brother and He was truly content.

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Once when in 8th grade, he won first prize in art competition on national level and was chose to represent india in international art competition. he thought that now he would also make his grandfather proud. That night when he went home, his grandfather was waiting for him with deep frown on his face, eyes staring into his soul. Saransh, in all his excitement had forgotten that for getting inspiration for his drawing he had skipped two of his final exam papers and today was the result day. But what he never expected was that his grandfather ordered one of the servant to burn all his art supplies and drawing and told him to stop fooling around and how he should learn to be like his elder brother, should focus on studies and that drawing and painting was a good time pass as a child but now that he had grown up, he should focus on being something and do some thing which his family can finally be proud off.

With that saransh crumbled and throw his certificate and after that he never touch a paint brush.

Life went on, now a thirteen year old child had become an twenty year youth, studying abroad in one of the most renowned university. he chose to study administrative management as he was also one of heir of of Awasthi groups and had to manage and run the company alongside his brother.

when he thought, he would never be able to bring back his passion, he met mr George, a great artist famous for his world famous painting style and got attracted to one of his painting which was not even for sale. So he found himself in mr. George's office after using some resources to get an appointment. First he just wanted to buy his painting but as George asked him,

"why do you even want that painting for ?"

saransh first stay quiet, silently staring at the painting and than said,

" this painting feels like that part of my soul which is still untouched, when I first looked at it, my heart stirred with excitement which had died years ago as if I am one of the racer at the starting point of the race waiting for race to began and not worrying about winning or losing"

mr. George looked at him with so much intensity in his eyes that saransh almost felt as if he was an open book in front of George.

" I will give you this painting but for that you have to be my assistant for a whole one year"

That was a turning point in saransh's life.

So for the next three years he continue his studies while being mr. George's assistant-cum-apprentice. Even after the said year was completed, he continued or it could be said that he could not stop. he also went and travel around many different countries and started doing what he loved once again, it made him feel alive again. He got a goal in his already planned life. he wanted to hold one of his own solo exhibition in his own country and show the beauty he saw and experience in this three years. So after getting his decree and saying goodbye and thanking his teacher for reconnecting him to his passion, he decided to go home.