The Boy In The Painting

In a well-lit room with ample space, a tall man stood All his focus was on the canvas mounted before him. He held a brush in his right hand and a flurry of colors adorned the thin wooden sheet on his left. The easel that held the canvas was as black as his hair and a stark contrast to this brightly lit room.

"So this is what the kid looks like huh." Rosa commented as she looked at the figure portrayed brilliantly on the canvas, a feat made possible by the incredible artistry of her brother.

"Yes. This is he." Kahn nodded at her words, not even bothering to turn towards her, his focus still on the painting. He applied the finishing touches with extreme deftness of the fingers. Such delicate movements was a strange sight to behold, when one recalled that its originator was a burly and rough looking soldier. In fact none of the soldiers in Kahn's platoon were aware of his hobby. His skills with the brush was a secret only those close to him wer