"So? Did you understand?" I asked him. He nodded.
"Every phase of your life has its way to be lived.
It's life, and you have to cross every phase of it.
Bad phases are the reasons to the good ones.
They are the ways, which you have to cross, to be on the peak of happiness.
You just have to wait in patience to taste the fruits.
Phases of life are like colours. They together make life, the color White, the color of purity."
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Four Colors, I Lived
Short StoryHere are the four extreme colors of my life, those I painted and lived as well.
