Chapter
6
As I walked in, Deepali or Dips as she liked to be called, yelled out to me ecstatically, and came rushing over and planted herself beside me. I am not one to complain about garnishing attention but when it comes from someone as annoying as her, I rather have my limbs cut off than spend an evening in her company. But alas, the things one has to endure in the name of business. So I planted a fake smile on my lips and congratulated her on the success of yet another exhibition.
She immediately dragged me off to show me her works of art, or rather works of crap!! I know I am being mean, but you would too if you had to cough up a huge bundle of cash for something you didn't want to buy in the first place. I had to pleasantly smile and look appreciative, I only hope it didn't come out looking constipated. Her father and my business partner came around and we exchanged our usual pleasantries. He raved about his talented daughter to the those who were around while I smiled and nodded as if I was in complete acceptance. I wondered if I had spent enough time at the exhibition and if now would be an appropriate time to make up an excuse to run the hell away from here. In her father's presence, I just picked one of her paintings, it didn't matter which one, they all looked like a monkey was the artist behind it anyway and placed a bid, hoping I wouldn't be the winner and wouldn't have to find yet another corner of the house I never go to hang the damn thing. As soon as I fulfilled my obligation, I made an excuse of having a prior engagement so that I could get out of there. Dips pouted and seductively brushed against me and said "Rishu darlin' you cant do this to me. This is my night and I want to spend it with you." All I wanted at that time is to get out of there. "Daddy-kins, I don't want Rishu to go, please make him stay."
Don't get me wrong, Deepali is extremely hot, anyone would love to get in bed with her. I too wouldn't have passed up on this opportunity, hell have you seen her, but alas I don't mix business with pleasure. Also behind that giddy and over sweet front lay a cunning and shrewd person who used every means there was to get what she wanted. And she did always get what she wanted. I just wanted not to be added on the list of conquered.
Before Mr. Bhatia could say anything, I told him that I had to leave because I had to meet with the architects on some last minute design changes before our presentation tomorrow. Since Mr. Bhatia catered mainly to the branding and promotional responsibilities of our construction business, he would not be aware of my pretentious meeting. Before they could keep me there any longer I quickly excused myself and walked away.
While walking away, heaving a sigh of relief, I heard someone exclaim "Now this is what I call art!!" I stopped in my tracks to listen to what was being said. "Such beauty yet such darkness. It is as if every brush stroke is filled with equal amounts of light and dark. Yet sometimes it feels as if the darkness is slowly creeping in and taking over. Beautiful, have never seen something like this before." I waited for them to walk away to get a look at the paintings they were talking about. And I was blown away. The thing that hit me when I saw the painting for the first time was β Loneliness. A deep deep sense of Loneliness, something I could relate to. As I moved from painting to painting I noticed that it was intentionally or unintentionally a common theme of all the paintings. I looked for some information on the artist and noticed that the only information provided as a name was β M.
I felt a pull towards the paintings as if this artist was the only person who could understand and share in my loneliness. I looked around for the artist but didn't see anyone. But noticed the curator of the gallery and signaled for him. He told me that the artist was around the place and he will locate her and bring her across to him for a chat.
While the curator was gone, I called on Bittuji, my Personal Assistant and gave him instructions that come what may, no matter how much the cost, all 5 paintings of this artist were to be mine. I had to have them.
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