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§ lucky03m
Colours of the life.
Sanaya peeped out of her apartment window. The lawn of apartment complex was filled with laughter, joy and colours being splashed around. Such a lovely sight!
Her eyes caught Red colour.
Red - They say is colour of love, but isn't it a sign of danger too? What an irony! Two years back exactly on same day, she was left with a broken heart, cheated and dumped ruthlessly by her ex .No one told her when heart breaks, it bleeds in Red too.
Love is blind - Yes, The rose tinted glasses when in love makes you blind to flaws.
She was left behind with shattered dreams, no longer colourful, but shreds of black. Then there was yellow -warm cheerful and colour of sunshine just like her family and friends who stood by her in tough times ,gave her courage to fight and find herself back.
She did.
In pursuit of her long lost dream of PhD, in pleasant greenery of nature, in depths and tranquillity of blue sky and sea, in her association with an orphanage as volunteer .Those kids with their purity, goodness, innocence taught her not everything is black after all. There is white as well, the other side, marking a new beginning.
Her 'woes of broken heart', few poems which she penned down pouring her heart out is now being published, she's admitted into one of top colleges for her doctorate. Life looked good at this point.
"Hey Sanaya! Kya yaar! Come on, you are missing out all fun "Rahul, her husband dashed in all set to colour her. Her true love. A Chanced meeting at orphanage, now a bond for life time.
Now standing midst flying colours, she had to agree.
Life Is a Blank Canvas: It's Never Too Late to Create YOUR Masterpiece.
