Colour of lifeA Story by RRavi VermaI always afraid of the black devil of night! Often it takes me far away into extreme darkness and left me alone there… but later the beautiful Princes Morning came and again left me here into light .
I've seen different colors of life ...... Sometime my life became black as a moonless night, sometime became washy like my school book’s old pale pages , sometime it was grizzle than sometime became ruddy such as red roses. Some colors faded with time lapse and some color dissolved throughout my every single veins of conscience to my heart. Now I have a very strong connection with these colors; these colors have transformed every single page of my life to beautiful and colorful.
“White” always taught me to live with simplicity, truth & to be as actually I am and sometime being little sweet-sweet medicine of a doctor(A Homeopathic Doctor) it made me healthy. I always afraid of the black devil of night! Often it takes me far away into extreme darkness and left me alone there… but later the beautiful Princes Morning came and again left me here into light under her snow-white lap of light & wakes me up with her drops of dews & entrancing smile. The colour Ruddy filled me with the charge, filled me with the passion and love too and most of time being an ointment it gave me relief from pain & illness as well. The color “washy” has is its own unique importance in my life , this color into my life is typical engulf into the pages of my books, as much old as much pale it is . There are many things & beautiful memories engulfs into these pages. These pages color itself boasts many of myriad colors of my childhood, now still my mind not able to forget its ultimate philosophy. © 2015 RRavi VermaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRRavi VermaMumbai, IndiaAboutAs far I do remember, I started writing fortuitously in the dusk with a song lyrics when I was in eight & that lyrics was really liked by my companions that sparked a new curiosity in my imaginative b.. more..Writing
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