The painter arrived at Pune on sunday. As exhibition centre was closed, they both decided to meet at a coffee shop, which was near from the house of Mr. Keshav and also from the bus stop.
Mr. Keshav suggested to the painter that he should discuss the matter directly. Then as per direction, he started.
"I have the skill of anticipating the tragic event relating to the nation. The painting I drew is of the accident of Mr. Bhushan sarda, the famous business tycoon from the point of view of the nation. But it had already taken place." In between these conversation, the waiter came for order. They both ordered hot coffee. Within five minutes, waiter served the order.
After taking a sip of coffee, the painter continued.
"I was really disappointed for not being able to save his life. He was one of the contributor to national development." With respect to it, the manager exclaimed, " that's so sad!".
"This skill has been traversing from my great grandfather to my grandfather to my father to me. Though they used to not so famous as I am." He said these sentences in 1 or 2 breath. After that they both remained silent till they finished off the coffee.
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There was one man who was listening them very carefully. He was none other than a reporter. His name was Anurag dutt.
How was the twist?
You all are going to get some information about Anurag Dutt in the next chapter.
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