They had decided to "Still" time itself, after all they were Gods but each win for time came as longer separation for the lovers.
to come out of its clasps wasn't easy.
today they had joined in after centuries of yearning.
each life of theirs represented by a color.
the gold for the womb,
the silver for breath.
the green of the forest,
the blue of the ocean,
the orange of the fire,
the purple of the heavens,
the reds of the netherworld,
the ochre of the gallows,
the crimson of the battle,
the black of dreams,
the white of the swans,
the cobalt of kindness,
The greys of age
they again merged together as one single color and seeped themselves into the thin membranes of time...
time who was weakened by their victory ,rose gently and in servitude to their love, opened its veils to anyone who willed to look through it.
colors of time...washed the world of its pain and remorse, that's what the god-lovers wanted.
Today on Holi,
give in kindness, treat colors to those you love, to those in need, give water to a plant and put turmeric on your forehead like a child of the sun.
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🌷🌻Story : Abhi Abhiart
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