Anjum was sitting on a chair opposite of the interviewer. The interview was coming to an end. “And for our last question, the one everyone has been dying to get an answer for, who is that person in your paintings.” Anjum let out a nonchalant laugh. “What would be the fun in revealing that?” Ever since Anjum’s painting career took off he’s been questioned about the same thing at least once by everyone he meets. Although Anjum’s painting were mostly centered around nature and landscapes, his paintings alway included a similar looking person. People have made many theories about the person being a relative that passed or an imaginary friend. Anjum never gave a direct answer to the question, he’d normally just brush it off.

The interview finally ended, you turned off the TV when you heard the front door opening. Quickly you stood up in a hurry to greet your husband at the front door. “You’re back already?” You asked as soon as you saw him. Anjum looked up from the shoe rack where he was placing his shoes. “Yeah.. I got artist block. I think it’s because a certain someone didn’t come with me to give me inspiration.” He pouted looking up at you. “After all what is an artist without his muse?”