An exhibition was going on. Many artists attended the show in the gallery, as usual.

”I love to die as an artist, even if I have to starve till my last minute’’ One of the artists declared emotionally.

”Death is death, whatever way you die or whoever you are. No glamour lies in death.’’ Someone whispered in my ear.

Mother and Son  Artist:Magunta Dayakar

       (Excerpt from my book … ‘Everyday Experiences of a Struggling Artist’)

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