Rest In Peace ( #Wattys2018 )

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I'm stuck in the most extraordinary age of my life. I'm a man in my 70's. One might think that a man in this age be probably retired by now . Just so you know an artist never dies nor does he retire. I've spent nearly 56 years of my life painting on canvass. I started initially when I was 13. I was one of my dad's three sons. There was one elder to me and one younger than me. I was, what people often said -  born by mistake . I was the neglected one just like people ignore their middle name these days. I don't blame my dad for it. My mum died after giving birth to me and the youngest of the three brothers was my stepbrother of course. My childhood was not very harsh but I can undoubtedly say that I was not given much importance. My elder brother was a genius by birth. He could solve higher mathematics when he was just 11. He was quite a genius. No doubt my dad loved him. Obviously why wouldn't he love him. Parents love geniuses. Some parents might won't think of it that way. But my dear friend what I think is that the best way to show love to your parents is to prove them your worth. Well there are many ways to do that - you can be rich like bill gates or a genius like my brother. We all believed he was a disaster to his fellow classmates.