Symphonies in White

Symphonies in White

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There are many shades of white. Although in daily life, the color white doesn't hold much significance, but in my life, it has been given immense importance and meaning. Some say that there are over eighty shades of white. It's a spectrum, or a mixture, of different beautiful colors. Maybe that's why the beauty of those colors neutralizes the color white and gives it such a plain and simple yet bright and light existence. And now, it has become a characteristic of my life. This color is suddenly all around me. I realized all these things when I held the white shroud which covered the corpse of my father. White has now stained my soul. At that moment, the dead bodies of my mother and brother were also being sealed by this color and soon, they would also be taken to their final destinations. Dust to dust. They shall be returned back to the place from which their beings were molded. I am also wrapped in my white mourning clothes. My name is Khadijah and today, I became an orphan.
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A man speaks up. I'm Rajeev. I don't know why I am telling you this but you should hear this. You are the correct person who can understand this. This is a story about a family. Every life is a story and every person is a character. And the human mind has different shades. What if different shades if one mind come as different person, yes this story is about that. It's about a hard life like yours. Life is not about winning or losing, it's about leading. It's about committing and correcting mistakes. It's about leaping and learning. It's about odd and even. It's about you. Don't think much. You will understand this when the story gets over. Remember one thing. Being good is the safest role to play. Be good and do good. I am also a part of this story but not a bigger part. so the bigger part is Ankit. He is the same as you and me. Good looking, loving and happy, normal man. Rithik, who told perfect doesn't exist? He is perfect. Like a part of our brain wants us to be right? Perfect. Rich, responsible, handsome and disciplined. Tara, everyone dreams to be a saviour. She is one. oh, wait! What if she is not? I don't know. only you can tell that. You are the listener right. At last suhana, she is us. A girl who dreams and try to achieve that. We all have motives and what extent you would go to attain that? Beyond extent? Come on this is survival of the fittest and people can go beyond any extent. Yes, it is bad. Suhana is bad and its okay cause everyone is bad. Either always or of a sudden. So let's not waste more time is the description and quickly, let me tell you the horrific tragedy of one bad decision.

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