It wasn’t the first time he had come nor would it be the last.

But, still, standing there, in the centre, amidst it all, surrounded by the best of arts works, he felt overwhelmed. Overpowered would be a more appropriate word to convey the searing emotion that bobbed like a yo yo in his heart and played havoc with his otherwise phlegmatic demeanour.

For neatly arranged in row upon row right upto to the high ceilings were the the works of artists and so exclusive that even creme de la creme would be a tad inadequate description to do full justice to the virtual treasure trove that lay before his wonder struck eyes.

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