Root of the Blues | pcy

When colours lose their glamour and paintings become dull with sadness, when music can't create a circle of amusement and its tunes sound like a regular bell chiming, after you thought life is smiling at you, bringing you a warm tomorrow to look after, you come to conclude that it will only destroy you. But like our mothers used to say while tucking us to bed "You'll fully bloom after all the hardships."