closer

” Winter is the bluest of blue. What colour is summer?”

” I beg your pardon?”

She’s within the earshot that’s why she is asking (and I can hear her too!)

“WHAT COLOUR IS SUMMER?”

The highest pitch invariably lubricates its way to the person within the earshot.

“Black,”

“WH…AT??”

“IT’S BLAAACK!!!” She is drawing closer.

” WHAT? It’s supposed to be sunny. Scorching!”

” It’s the night without electricity.”

That’s what it means to be poles apart regardless of the proximity of the earpiece to your ears.


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Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures with her kids.

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