Who is he.
I still remember what it felt like to hide behind the pallor couch and try to scribble out a few sketches on my sketchbook. I used to Sketch so fast, so I could finish before I got caught. Or those days when I prepared for exams, I would have two books on my table, one on top of the other. One was the book I was to read, and the other was my drawing book. When no one was looking, I would try to draw something, and immediately I heard footsteps, I would hide the book. I loved to draw so much as a kid, but for some reason, I wasn’t allowed to. It was like a crime. I was good with maths, so they felt I was wasting my time and talent drawing instead of using my maths skills to do stuff. Despite liking maths and puzzles, I still wanted to draw more than anything. I was still a kid, and I had no control over how my life was to go, so if they say you aren't allowed to draw, it was final. I would usually watch my friends draw, just to satisfy my longing to draw. Most times I paid them to d...