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“And now she stood outside the station with his flowers pressed happily to her breast, in all that red cardigan of hers, making the rest of the world look as if it was made in greyscale.”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

“When the Sunrise clutches my soul, I often wonder what if our souls are made in grayscale, only to soak in the colours of the day, every single day walking through every single moment of each passing day.

What if every ray that paints the horizon is but a bunch of souls ornate in different shades of white only to find the different shades of black to melt away in a Sunset Sky, in a Smile of embracing a day anew or in a mellow cry of a day's passing by.

Perhaps the Dawn has the answer, or perhaps there's a whisper in the Dusk!

All while, let me search away for the pieces of my soul in the grayscale of Time's hue.
And I know, Life will put the colours back again, one more time, at Time's cue.

Love & Light, always
- Debatrayee”
― Debatrayee Banerjee