I came rushing back from the market to find the AC service fellow waiting for me at my doorstep.
Scruffy shoes, dirty shirt and dusty faced, he followed me inside to clean up the ACs. He went about cleaning and dusting away and became more and more dirty in the process.
Job done, he sat down to write out the bill and job card.
I could not believe my eyes as I saw his writing. Each letter was a sculpture carved in ink, each word a masterpiece worth framing. The letter formation was worthy of Victorian era scribes.
On appreciation, he shrugged and said he had copied the style of writing from a maths teacher that he had.
He packed his stuff and left. An unknown artist of an unappreciated art.....
Scruffy shoes, dirty shirt and dusty faced, he followed me inside to clean up the ACs. He went about cleaning and dusting away and became more and more dirty in the process.
Job done, he sat down to write out the bill and job card.
I could not believe my eyes as I saw his writing. Each letter was a sculpture carved in ink, each word a masterpiece worth framing. The letter formation was worthy of Victorian era scribes.
On appreciation, he shrugged and said he had copied the style of writing from a maths teacher that he had.
He packed his stuff and left. An unknown artist of an unappreciated art.....
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