"I am hanging on this rusty nail, bitting dust, nobody cares for me now. Once, I used to be so famous but now i have lost my sheen, my beauty. That power of lust and seduction I used to show...To make people helpless to admire me... seems lost like fragrance of rose once it gets dry."
Rahul looked all around the museum but did not find anyone. "Did I hear someone or this is last night's hangover?", he ask this question to himself. Then his eyes fall on a painting. At first he was shocked and stunned what he has just seen. A lady in that old painting was looking at him. But later he thought he is just day dreaming. But in real he was not.