“How many times have I told you not to bring me to your friend Soumitra’s exhibitions? I don’t understand a thing about modern art” Trina said angrily.
“Neither do I” Himu chuckled.
“Why did we come then?” her voice still angry
“I have an idea to convert this to our wedding venue. There are tables, seats and the centre can be the dance floor” Himu said with an impish grin.
Trina almost burst into laughter.
Soumitra overheard this from behind. This is the worst joke anyone ever made of his creation. He never expected this from his best friend Himu.
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Photo Credit: Roger Bultot