Kamal was still busy in completing the painting. A big part of the night had already passed. It was a portrait of a young child, around 10 years in age. Kamal liked the cuteness of his face. He was smiling, as if he was free of problems of all type. Kamal was enjoying painting the expressions of his face.
He had already finished painting the face, and was then working on his light green shirt. The plain background in light viridian was made to match the color of his shirt.
The idea struck his mind all of a sudden with a big bang. He had never thought about the situation from this particular angle, ever since she had gone offline. He was