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gorgeous grey..

i have often wondered why r hair turns grey as we grow old..i guess it is to remind us that there is no such thing as 'black' or 'white',or wrong' and 'right'.
life is in one colour and the colour is grey..
grey like the monsoon clouds,thundering with rain.rain which brings both life and destruction..

grey like a winter morning,both refreshingly coll and bitterly cold.

grey like stainless steelwhich speaks of strenght and endurance,but also of hardness and rigidity.

grey like granny's hair speaking of years of joy,years of sorrowbut most of all years of wisdom.

so..this monsoon,when sleet and rain and muck and mud,makes u want to say,"gosh what a dull grey day!!"
remember that grey is the colour of life itself-shades of life merge,happiness is intermingled with the sad.

Comments

Pyromaniaaac said…
Thts a really nice perspective...
Anonymous said…
Kuheli maam thats just so true, life and people are not just black and white but in different shades of grey. And btw I loved your articles 'Rakhi' and 'The cracked mirror' in the college magazine. Love your thoughts and writing stlye. :)

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