The story starts: She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?" For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said .................. T
You are right... brightest of the colors fade. But have you ever thought that white remains white; now and always. Choose people who choose not to pretend any color today and you will get to see better of them over years.
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ReplyDeleteGr8 thought...beautiful faces...a relation can nvr b made or last by looks..pretence 2 be known takes time...so how true is d sayin First impression is last impression?
ReplyDeleteSo true .. maybe that's why life is called rainbow? You get to see so many colors , but sadly it fails to show the darkest of all : black , which is also a reality !
ReplyDeleteIts mostly the pretty faces that betray you, because they can.
ReplyDelete@Richa- white is the most vulnerable isn't it..
ReplyDelete@Raajii- friends.. do you make friends with pretty faces? And betrayal.. it is not associated with anyone but still it comes from the loved ones the people whom you think to be the most beautiful people in your life.
the deepest scars in low light cast shadows
ReplyDeleteof something beautiful in all that gnarl
I wish you had more faith in me.
ReplyDeleteSo hauntingly true...
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