...because sometimes I choose not to speak...and choose that willingly!
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Beautiful line by Mitch Albom, For One More Day... I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept through..all the time spent running from myself.
The white canvas stands opposite me… As I hold the board of various bright colours… Still deciding on the first stroke…! White can adapt any colour…any combination… Yet I fail to make a selection…! This makes me wonder… Do I prefer it as it is…Serene, pure and clear…? “What if I paint you red…?” I ask the canvas. The colour symbolizing two opposite extremes...of love and hatred…! “No, I have never been on the edges, I keep a balance…,” you rightly said! “What if I paint you blue…?” I ask again. The colour of tranquility, royalty and freedom…! You are not convinced, “The uproar inside me also needs a presentation!” “What about pink...?” I inquire. The colour of innocence, beauty and optimism…! You smile and say, “You want me to own the trait of feminism?”… “Ok then the colour green…?” I say. The colour of nature, life, self respect and grace…! “But it holds a thin line of jealousy as well...,” you state. Finally you question- “Why do you want to limit my horizon… A colour would only restrict my imagination…