67 Sleepless nights.

Chapter 67

I’ve mentioned this before, I’ve mentioned how time heals all wounds if spent right. I wouldn’t say I was slowly becoming myself but I felt a part of my seal up after the paint incident. It was the first time after months that I felt cared for by Zafar. It wasn’t easy watching myself breakdown like a donkey who looked depressed all the time with tear strokes near the fur on its face. I hated looking like I could not carry my self emotionally, I lacked in words for what I felt. I prayed occasionally for father, now adding Elham and Mutaq. These prayers broke me even more.

Nothing hid away the pain anymore, I was always near my canvas doodling my heart out. It is through times like these that an artist produces their, best works. I wanted to visit Japan again. I yearned for the opportunities and experience I gained while young.

But nothing was as blessed as having Almaaz in our home.

~Zafar~

“what do you mean the studios open?” I ask frowning.