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Colors of Grey

‘So what happens in the end ? asked her curious eyes.

‘Well, she dies’ he said after a pause.

‘How could he do that ? I mean, didn’t he love her?’ she asked being a bit puzzled.

‘He did , he loved her and yet killed her’he answered plainly.

‘What was it – religion,another man, money , greed or plain insanity?’

‘You don’t get it do you? Whether it is blue ,green,red,white , what ultimately matters is grey – life is grey – its not as well defined as the other colors,its in-between,neither here nor there, just like life, don’t you see the colors of life are so mundane? They need a bit of both, certainty and uncertainty, the predictable and the unpredictable,just like grey. Oh I just love that color – I even sketched her in grey after about an hour.’

Advocate Nalini Singh sat in the prison cell, trying to find the reason why she was listening to the man who killed her sister.






Gyanban Thoughts : Sometimes there comes a serial killer who has no reason to kill.No childhood trauma or abused life, he is just plain grey - probably a gene defect, its in his DNA to kill. These people find reason and logic in simple things and correlate it to their act of crime.This of course is a fiction story,but there is a disturbing increase in such criminal behaviour. 

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  1. Wonderfully done.

    It does matter. we need to make sense of the gray. That's why she was listening.

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    1. Indeed,making sense of the grey is so cirtical to our lives,yet when we do make sense of it all,its not something we want, and therefore yearn to have a simple black and white life.!

      Thanks for reading.

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  2. Grey it is..!
    Indifference, callousness, too much of violence around us, violent movies - all of these affect these murderers with a disease called cold-heartedness, and thus such actions are carried out.
    I like the gyan in your post - about life being grey. I have lived a life expecting definite results, but nothing happens as it is planned.

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    1. We spend our lives thinking what is destined and what is not, and correlate every misunderstood learning to the act of God.Every act and consequence in my opinion has a reason and logic, in some cases, it is not evident momentarily,but over time it does start to make sense. Its in that interim period of lack of logic or clarity that we believe in every other possible definition and sometimes not believe anything at all.

      Thanks for reading!

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  3. Hmmm... colours of life are mundane... interesting thought.

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  4. yes ..shades of grey..we cant ignore them..we can only be aware

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  6. Wonder who is to be blamed for this - cant-care-less parents or the society?

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    1. Thats a big debate, I guess the truth is out there...

      Thanks for reading!

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  7. A story on a story. Loved your description of gray. Indeed, life if gray. I see all those pencil sketches as gray!

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