There must be storms in every life. Well, we all are
aware of all such disasters. Still, why can’t we accept such harsh calamities
then? Is it so because we are scared to face the unknown? Or is it so because
we are too full of the illusions of the world? Aye, it does sound too pedantic
to all of us.
As years roll away more and more, the mighty truth
becomes even scarier to me. Who is bereft of such fear? Sometimes, I fail to
behold the world as and when I’m too full of tears. I do, I do feel choked to
speak out because of that lump in my throat.
I never even know how to combat reality. Honesty makes
me confess all this. Still, whenever I stand in front of the mirror, my
conscience pricks me so ruthlessly that I become bound to weep. You might be
thinking why I whine like this. Actually, we all are in the same tottering boat
in some way or the other. That is to say, there is everything in us; however,
this life, this world and everything are grey. Things are neither wholly black
nor purely white. Why? This is so because everything in human life is grey in
hue. We can’t deny it at all. Nevertheless, the more time advances, the more
habituated and the more seasoned we all become in the course of such grey life.
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