It is human nature to be imperfect, no one can change this truth. We pretend to be flawless but are we really ? This story is a take on how one completes other’s imperfection.
Prologue :
It is a dark night and inside a dark room with only the lamp as a source of light, a man in his mid 20s comes inside fully drunk and locks the door.He stands holding an award in his hand. He starts to talk to himself “I am Omkara… people say I am a great artist and admire my art works.. but do they really understand the turmoil of pain which I undergo while I do this so incredible artworks…have they ever, ever realized the true meaning behind my each work… how will they.. they are all fake ..this world is made of lies ..and she is … ” he throws the award with full anger and falls on his knees as he screams in pain. He questions himself on why all this is only happening with him , his heart, his faith and his world has again come down shattering into pieces.
Prologue ends
How you guys liked it, it is my first try please do tell me in the comments below whether I should continue this story or not.