the mysterious white life

the mysterious white life

A Story by shyama

THE MYSTERIOUS WHITE LIFE

Figuring out the anomalous intentions of the artist while painting his thoughts, the first thing that struck me was the last bread cake I had ; the sweet vanilla cream with criss cross chocolate layers…YUMMY!!! But the very second my yummy thoughts shifted to the colorful boxes in the picture and then I started to pen down…

When we were in kindergarten, white just meant the color of milk or an egg; we grew up and its meaning changed to the purity and how clear the thing is and after stepping into new phase of our lives, the large white space is just comparable to our lives and the intersecting lines portrays the new people we meet, white moments we spend with our friends, family or even strangers.

But the clear picture has the colorful boxes as well and that is where the real difference comes…

Why have we grown up so much??? Why are we so mature or I should say actually immature that we come to any decision of our lives just like that without giving any second thought??? Why the white color is just white and not that milk or an egg as it used to be earlier???

Our life is full of surprises in store for us. Though the white space keeps growing as we get older but the mind remains stagnant and the reason being the unfruitful thoughts and fretting over the ongoing events in our lives. In the present times if gloom and doom, life is not a mere survival, struggle, ups and downs. The intersection of lines multiplies as we meet new people or get into new relations and with this we tend to forget that there has been no spring in the autumn of our lives. The white egg instead of hatching into a chick, breaks into pieces and there spreads the yolk; there spills the white milk creating a mess…EWWW!!!

On the other hand, when we are happy, enlivening every moment, the colors rush into those voids and at that point we realize the fact that we have been ignoring that happiness co-exists with life. Life is very short, so try filling up those void spaces with all the colors you can get catch hold of, else the void would be ever expanding.

Enjoy every moment to the fullest .live the present moment of life with zest and do not worry about past or future. Let the white egg have all the warmth it requires to hatch and the beautiful chick come out to grow up and fly in the WHITE sky, widening your thoughts and ideas!!!

Let the white egg has all the warmth it requires to hatch and the beautiful chick would come out later on spreading your thoughts by flying in the WHITE sky!!!

© 2011 shyama


Author's Note

shyama
just tried to bring out something creative out of the hustle bustle on our lives

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shyama
shyama

new delhi, India



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