Enchanted Pursual (Complete)

Chapter 2

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Mitali Jain

My high school and college life was pretty simple, unlike the ones in the movies and TV serials that people were more fascinated about, I had something which a person with the high and wild imagination would say utter boring.

Most of my days would run out with me surfing around the art galleries, with many brochures, a new artist in my mind and if sometimes not that then a new genre that somewhere, I myself would have created from anything around the life would have sounded interesting.

For the ones who would have met me for the first time, I seemed to be a pretty interesting person. Some who were impressed by my dialogues would as well think that I was an artist myself. But pray tell those poor souls, I was someone who couldn't even draw a straight line, and though it wasn't needed that one needs to know how to draw a straight line, in free hand, pretty much you must know that, clearly I wasn't someone who would paint or sketch or Draw.

I am, was a simple art dealer. Hence, from the age of 17 when I came across my first painting which was the famous, 'Mona Lisa's painting', I had my life pretty much dedicated to paintings. When I had announced about perusing art as my carrier and was inspiring to be a curator, my dad had said with a laugh,

"I am not that surprised about your decision; Instead, I was scared if you would end up doing something else you would only get into a huge mess."

But there were things that as well had worried me. In the later years and months of my degree and post-graduation, when I would be up late at night, thinking what would be my carrer in a country where only 1% of the population knew what was the difference between an oil painting and a watercolor painting?

One of such nights, when I was still brooding, my brother had walked up to me and had said, "when we believe in that 1%, when it comes to saving someone's life why don't you think, this 1% is your chance to change the life of the other 99%"

And it was since then my will to change the 1% to the other 99% had begun. My job as the assistant curator was pretty amazing, though I had been working here for almost a month now, I realized how difficult it could be to just bring out something on the show which could be understood by all, and enjoyed as well.

One such thing was occurred during the second half week at the gallery. The summers had started with its peak, with a lot number of tourist, it somehow amazed me that it wasn't that difficult as well to get a few people to come about and have a look at the paintings.

The best part of the day would be when I would be summoned myself for a few queries that any of the visitors would have.

It was during that week when I had first met him, dressed in his most casual attire, his hair gelled up , the dark shades hung loosely in his breast pocket as he had stood by, 'Vincent Van Goh's two of the famous paintings - the ' wheat fields with crows' and 'wheat field under cloudy sky'. The way the paintings had his interest had made me want to retreat back to my cabin, back to my work for the first time, instead of attending to the visitor.

But alas, he had questions, I had work and to be back there I had to address him. Hence I had walked closer to him and as well stood there, but rather than attending to him, I was once again mesmerized by those two paintings.

Many authors had different views for it, people who studied paintings more than I did, around the world had so much to say about it, but I ... I felt entirely different of what Van Goh would have wanted to say.