The Painted Dreams
Aman sat at his corporate desk, staring at spreadsheets while his old sketchbook gathered dust at home. One evening, he passed an art gallery and saw a painting just like his forgotten style. It hit him—he’d chosen security over passion. That night, he picked up his brush again, filling the canvas with colors long buried.
Sometimes, the heart whispers what the mind refuses to hear.
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