Looking for Love (standard:romance, 356 words)
Author: Mousumi Chatterjee	Added: Apr 11 2008	Views/Reads: 3003/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Black loved white. They united in the palette of life. But as fate had it, the canvas of life turned this union into grey streaks.

As civilization moved ahead, life started changing the shape of its
trajectory from a plain to atwisted one. One day, God decided to send 
all its purity in the form of a life on earth and so White was born. 
Seeing this, Satan thought of challenging this creation with his best 
and the intensities of satantic charm was shaped in the form of Black 
on earth. 

Flowing on two different paths, Black met White and their respective
charms captivated each other like clasped fingers. Life started rolling 
further, dancing to the tunes of natural creativity. The painters, God 
and Satan, rejoiced the success of their creation from the abode above. 
Then came that day when love oozed out of Black and White and they 
enticed each other to melt and mingle like colors on a palette. The 
union was divine. Dry leaves glowed with green life, dull earth shined 
with silvery spirit. But Black and White, unaware of the magic, simply 
swirled and swimmed in perpetual passion. 

The wild love that slept in the natural bed of roses woke up to a storm,
when one day White realized that he was not mundane and the darkness of 
black spoiled his pristine clarity. Black felt small and heavy inside. 
The tears that rolled over her cheeks went on to mix with White and 
gave birth to Grey. White couldn't bear the pain of impurity and left 
Black in death-like haste. 

But Black couldn't leave Grey, as she could find a lot of black in the
little love - the same darkness that covered White from the public eyes 
and locked in her heart when she first fell in love. Grey grew up with 
Black. He loved Black and also White yet couldn't find White around to 
express his love and respect for his creator. And this pain led to 
unhappiness that made grey the color of sadness. 

Grey could never find acceptance from White, but the hope kept him
going... He still opens eyes every morning and waits for that artist of 
life who could caress him and paint a happy life, all in shades of 
grey.


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