1 THE ARTIST

This is a school story. a true story. Lets start.

This is about the time when the new school of the school had started and it was the rainy season. We came to class but were a little wet. Then we went to the class and we saw that new children have also come in which some are girls. We were the backbenchers of the class, so it was necessary for us to make everyone laugh in the class, so after a little fun, my friends saw that a girl was looking at me again and again. We didn't know who she was because she was one of the new kids. Then after a while I also saw that she was looking at me. Then when the lunch was done, I saw that the girl who was watching me was sitting alone, then I went to her and came to know that her name is Shazia Hussain. Then after getting acquainted, our talks kept on increasing and gradually we became very good friends. Then slowly when our friendship turned into love, I did not even know?? We slowly started spending more time together. Shazia had a habit that when we used to go for a walk and were sitting somewhere, she always used to listen to songs in her phone, which is in trend nowadays, she used to listen to rap music. I didn't listen to that because I didn't like it then. So she used to tell me that I should rap for her but then I did not say that I do not like all this and all this does not look good among 100 people. So she got a little angry. Then during the summer vacations I had to go out for 3 days with the family, so I told him that she felt a little bad, then when I went out. I was worshiping in a temple, then suddenly my heart became restless as if something very wrong had happened, then I sat there. Then when I came back home, I wanted to meet her. I was calling her but her phone was getting switched off, so when I asked my friends, they told that she had an accident on April 4 and she has died. Then I thought maybe that's why my heart was getting restless. Then when I went to her house, I saw that her mother was putting a garland of flowers on her photo. Then I was completely broken. I never even dreamed that this would happen to me. Then I went to my house and did not leave the house for a week. And on April 18, when I came out of the house, I went straight to his grave. There I saw that the rose flower which was kept on his grave, only that flower is still kept there. I was sitting very quietly on her grave that's when I thought that if you wanted me to rap for you then it would be okay now but how will I do it?? So I don't know why all of a sudden that flower came to me from the air. Then I understood that it was the gesture of Shazia who was helping me with this thing. Then I went home and I started writing, it didn't happen to me for a long time but still I used to write because Shazia wanted it. I wrote my first song in 5 days. Whenever I used to have a headache, I would stop the copy, then immediately I used to think about it, then I used to write again. Today it has been 2 years since I was rapping. And now the time has come that I write the lyrics of one of my songs in an hour. So maybe it was acceptable to God that I should do rapping that's why he called Shazia to him. Now she is not with me but her last wish is with me. People say that the people we lose never come back, those people who say wrong, I have found my Shaziya again through my rapping. Now I only want to do rapping because that's what Shazia wanted.

Someone had said one thing that - "The artist who becomes an artist because of someone's memories, the art of the artist's art is very heavy."

So now the same thing will happen.