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Color of Life

Sometimes, the color of life confuses me. 
Sometimes life looks black and other times red, like a deep wound.
About the color of life, I wonder.

It was a fine day. He thought the day would be white – easy, happy and bright. But the call from his love around noon changed the shades of white to more of black and red. She had called him up to say that she was having second thoughts about their relationship. He wasn’t sure if in that precise moment it felt like life took a black or red shade.

Why now? Why did she have to tell me now that I purchased such an expensive ring to bind our future together? 

He remembered the day they first met. There was not a cloud in the sky. He thought of that as a good omen. But his friend thought it would have been better if it rained when I first met her – the shower being the giver of a brand new life. 

He so much wanted that life - rain or shine. He thought of begging her to reconsider? 

They spoke. And the role of colors left him dumbstruck.

Sometimes, he looked at other girls, not that he wanted to fall in love with them, but just because they looked pretty. He told her, darling, look at how beautiful that girl is. He was very clear with her from the beginning of their journey that he believed in beauty in the eyes of the beholder, that he didn’t mind her dark skin and loved her flawlessly toned skin and her smile.

He knew what to do. He decided to get her an even more expensive ring, and send her flowers in the morning and evening. Yes, that is what he knew could maybe bring back the white shades. 

Oh. Please hold on, he just received a message from her and the message is in black and red. He wondered why? He thought putting on his glasses will help.

The color of life and all its variant shades – literally and figuratively - such a mystery. So very confusing.

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