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Ragini sat down next to Daisy and said,” I do paint and that too with great love. Its something that keeps me inspired.”
“What do you paint?” he asked still busy in his work.
“My imagination,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
“I didnt get this,” said Daisy feeling all confused.
“I guess that you paint not what you see but what you imagine,” said Ved,” Its the same way as writers do it. Putting their thoughts on paper.”
“I am inpired by real objects and landscapes,” said Ragini feeling relaxed,” but I dont limit my creations due to them. I am inpired by rainbows and flowers. But my creations do consist of heavenly castles and unicorns. I maybe inspired by fireflies and ponds, but I also paint glowing fairies and enchanted lakes.”
“How wonderful,” said Daisy wiping her wet hands,” no wonder you have such a unique taste.”
“I was wondering said Ved,” if you would paint something for my wife. We have our anniversary next week and I think it shall be best to gift her a painting which brings a smile on her face. I shall pay you well for it.”
“But why me?” asked Ragini feeling surprised,” you can buy her a great painting made by any great artist.”
“The moment you believe that you are a great artist,” he said,” you start creating greatness. Please do make one for her.”
“Sure,” she said,” I hope she will like it.”
“Ragini,” said Daisy looking at her,”will you please get us some water? I am really thirsty. I guess Ved too needs some water to drink.”
Ragini got up and slowly walked towards the other end of the room.
“Ved,” said Daisy in a whispered tone,”whats going on? You arent married, are you?”
“No,” he whispered,” and you are well aware of that.”
“Then why did you lie?” she said keeping her voice as low as possible.
“I thought,” said Ved keeping his eyes on what he was making,” that it shall be a great idea to let her make a painting which shall depict a husband’s love for his wife. Its going to give us ideas for our next collection that we are going to create for Valentine’s day.”
“But Ved,” she said,” this isnt fair. Why not tell her the truth?”
“How does it even matter?” he said in an ignorant tone,” what if she demands more money then? I mean she wont ask for too much money just for an anniversary present.”
“Thats being mean and dishonest,” said Daisy with an annoyed look on her face.
“I cant help it,” said Ved,” we arent overflowing with money.”
“You dont need to be wealthy to practice kindness,” said Daisy feeling upset by his words,” being dishonest is a sign of poor values.”