Prologue

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Aren't they all beautiful?

These colors coalesce and blend into one another at one point and in the next blast into blossoms, signifying their individualism.

These colors in the kaleidoscope...

My life encased in a kaleidoscope, so many vibrant colors come and go by.

In midst of all that serene commotion, I am lost in a specific color whilst the rest rush past me without my noticing them.

I wonder what color had me so absorbed to neglect all those shades...

Am I dreaming or still in my senses? Does everyone experience this occurrence or is it just me?

I spend these days in confusion, trying my best to fathom the significance of that shade....

Trying to fathom the suitable answers to my ambiguities, if they can be called as such.

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