Chapter 52
[A/N: Nia, yaayy! Who are you gonna cast as the girl? Tell Tell! Me wants to know. Is it weird that I always thought that if this was turned into a movie or series, it should be animated? :P btw, if you are on Facebook, my page is called Creative Kindred Spirits. Please like it and check it out!]
He came back to his room, silent. Not that the silence brought any peace of mind. He decided that it wasn't as warm as he would prefer the atmosphere to be, so he lighted the fire in the fireplace.
He paced a little, trying to think of something he could do while he was in the haveli.
His heart craved for a drink, but his mind berated him, at the thought of having alcohol this early in the morning.
As soon as the fire was well enough, he felt almost too warm.
Yes, he knew he was behaving weird, but that was what this place did to him. Never in his life had he liked staying at this place.
No, this definitely did not feel like home. The only thing that felt remotely like home was the colors, the brushes that were tucked away in the closet, and he immediately went to retrieve them.
In a matter of minutes, he had brought out the canvas, had set up the utility, and had placed himself on the stool, ready to pour his mind out.
He realized then that he hadn't any painting clothes on, and since it was warm enough, he just decided to remove his shirt, and get back to priming the canvas.
His brushes itched to be touched, but right now, he really didn't feel like using them. He just squeezed the paints out on the palette, dipped his fingers in them, and started the most soothing process he had ever known.