Sati stood nervously in the bustling gallery. She had always dreamt of working in an art gallery, surrounded by beautiful masterpieces and the creative energy of fellow artists. However, her current reality was far from her dreams.
Her boss, a stern and often harsh man, approached with an air of authority. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at Sati’s latest painting, his face contorted with displeasure. In a voice that carried across the room, he shouted, “Sati, you are nothing but a failure! Your artwork is pathetic and lacks any artistic merit. I don’t understand why I even hired you!”
The words were like a dagger to her artistic spirit. She had poured her heart and soul into that painting, believing it to be an accurate representation of her growth as an artist. But at that moment, her dreams felt shattered, overshadowed by the cruel criticism of her boss.
Tears welled up in Sati’s eyes as she struggled to find her voice after the humiliation. She had always known that the path of an artist was not an easy one, but she never anticipated such harsh rejection from someone she looked upto. For a moment she asked herself, I am a failure?
But instead of succumbing to despair, a fire ignited within Sati. She refused to let her boss’s words define her artistic journey. With a newfound determination, she vowed to prove him wrong. Not out of spite, but out of a burning desire to fulfil her artistic potential.
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