Aditi was immersed in the cacophony of colours that lay in front of her forming a glorious gallimaufry of sorts when she got the call.
As she returned from her step-father’s funeral, Aditi listlessly stared at the keys which were handed over to her. Unwittingly, she veered her car towards his house.
Since the time her mom remarried Aditi had despised the man.
He had an affable persona but for the six year old Aditi, he was the man who took daddy’s place. All his efforts to reach out to her went in vain and over the years they became habituated of the air of hostility that loomed large between them.
She remembered how once, after watching a movie she was smitten by the alluring beauty of Venice. After a few days, he took them for a surprise trip to Italy.
Time flew and Aditi went abroad for her Art degree and got busy making a name as a painter.
Her reverie broke as she reached his house. As she opened the door, she found herself in a tastefully decorated living room. The room was adorned with paintings, lots of them. Just then she saw. These were her paintings- all of them.
As she stood there, overwhelmed, a tear trickled down her eye.
The gallery was buzzing with art lovers.
“Aditi, this painting is your masterpiece. You have outdone yourself.
Why is it called Father and Daughter?”
(Words count: 238)
Thank you Anshu and Priya for this lovely prompt.)