{"id":3325,"date":"2020-09-09T12:42:43","date_gmt":"2020-09-09T12:42:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/?p=3325"},"modified":"2020-09-09T12:42:44","modified_gmt":"2020-09-09T12:42:44","slug":"the-oval-portrait","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chandamama.in\/story\/2020\/09\/09\/the-oval-portrait\/","title":{"rendered":"THE OVAL PORTRAIT"},"content":{"rendered":"Reading Time: <\/span> 2<\/span> minutes<\/span><\/span>\n

Aditya looked admiringly at the painting in his hand, he felt happy with the bright colours and shading. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bell rang and he quickly rushed to his teacher and handed over the painting to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he walked out of the art room, his sister Payal ran up to him excitedly”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How was the competition? I’m sure you are going to win.” He returned her smile and said “yeah, I hope so too.”\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A year later Mr. Kumar was filling out Adithya college form he was being sent to a hostel for further studies, A hesitant Adithya approached his dad”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dad I don’t want to take up science, I want to join fine arts, please dad…”A helpless kumar looked at his desperate son” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Adi you’re my support, you have too many responsibilities , I can’t work for long, I need your help, as a private sales representative I’m finding it hard to make ends meet, then there’s mom’s health issues and what about Payal?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m sorry son art is an expensive commodity in the market of careers I can’t afford it. Son you’re too young to understand these things”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Six years later Adithya walked out of the customs check, he could see his lean dad waiting outside the airport. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was Priya’s wedding. That night the celebrations were bright but Adithya was dull he looked despondently at the medal on the wall his first prize in the school painting competition, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His dad walked up to him “Beta I have to pay the caters just sign these cheques.” Aditya glared at his dad “Dad are you happy? The wedding went off well.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unable to look his son eye to eye kumar said ” yes beta, you’re my blessing in disguise” Aditya smiled sarcastically” Maybe ATM in disguise would be more appropriate dad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A helpless and sad kumar said “Son, someday you’ll understand me and why I did and what I did, Hopefully then you’ll be able to forgive me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Many years later Pranav Adithya son excitedly approached his dad” Dad look at this trophy it’s my first prize in a painting competition.”Adithya\u00a0 thrilled hugged his son “I’m proud of you son”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two years later Pranav joined a fine arts college. A few years later at the International young Artist Association an Exhibition of Pranavs paintings was held many of the paintings were sold. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A happy Pranav that evening approached his dad excitedly “Dad you know many of my paintings were sold , many praised my work but you know which painting got the highest bid?” Adithya gave Pranav a questioning look <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“All your paintings deserve the best son, according to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No Dad ,the painting which got the highest bid was not mine , it’s yours, I found it in the wardrobe a week ago, I got it framed in this oval portrait. Why dad so much talent wasted…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An emotional Adithya held Pranavs hand “Maybe I was too busy creating a canvass of life for you to paint on, or maybe my Dad could not afford to buy me a canvass to paint on. “A silent Pranav wiped away the tears from his eyes and Smiled” By the way Grandpa was quite a handsome man, it obviously shows in your painting”. They both smiled at each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Not all parents can fulfill their children’s dreams but those children who fulfill their parents dream are blessings indeed.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dedicated to my Elder brother Pramad Nallari , An Engineer by profession but An Artist by heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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