Symphonies in White
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Last published Wed, Mar 4, 2015
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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