Of CoLoRs aNd cHeMiStRy iN cReAtIoN

     White is the essence that reflects beauty and grace of life and black is the essence that absorbs all the pain and suffering from the world. They always wanted to be physical colors like the red, the blue or the green and have more melody and openness around them. They always wanted to have an identity that was more than the presence or absence of all the colors in Nature. So in their own isolated lives with eternal identity crises the White always despised brightness and the Black complained of the dark. 

    It was on one such morning; the morning for the prophecy to unfold itself as The Voice foretold, that without any argument or explanation, there bloomed a flower amidst a beautiful garden in the valley in the mountains

    Blooming in the melody of a life in its prime of explorations and experiences, the flower emphasized the possibility in the beauty of creation and hinted silently in its very serene expressions the chaos of destruction. It was like a paradox was put forth to existence depicting, at the same time both creation and destruction. Like all the battles fought in history, were so fought either for the insecurity of greed or for the glory of love. The ones fought for insecurity and greed are lost in the gloomy archives of history, with nothing but a date in the memory of its sadness; but the ones that are fought for the glory of love become timeless legends of inspiration and everything we know as good in life.    

     For the first time to existence a flower was introduced and until the next forty eight days from then all the Elements rejoiced the wonder that has blossomed amongst them. The morning breeze would blow eastwards to the valley of the blossoming surprises. The landscape around evolved itself as per the beauty and impossibility of the flower; as if a contemporary painting where the flower was the subject on the canvas in a maze of colors and patterns of these holy mountains. It would tenderly rain in the wee hours of the day, not too much, not too little; just enough. In the night the moon would shine overlooking the flower to a peaceful sleep that comes to those who are resting after performing a life changing act of wonder and grace and early morning the Sun would shine upon it to dry its due drenched leaves. 


And so all the Elements that brought existence together rejoiced in awe the wonder that had bloomed amongst them, not knowing what they were supposed to do with it. It started as an act of curiosity and gradually overtaking the awe of existence became insanity. Like sweet teenage love, with the promise of a tomorrow yet to come and passion, enough to destroy the whole world.    






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