Will O' the Wisp

To that one unknown being - Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll turn 22.  There are so many times I missed you. I missed being with you, I missed your hug and I missed your presence.  Tomorrow I'll turn 22. We have spent 22 years without each other. 22 years with just having each other in our minds and struggling with the intense longing to be together. I wish someday we meet and I never have to let you go. I wish someday we meet and meet in the most beautiful part of the world. We'll stay. For as long as we want to. We'll stay. Till we never have to leave again.  I have always loved you and I will always love you whether or not we ever come to know each other

We often judge or see things in black and white. Both the colours are extreme opposites to each other according to our colour palettes. We start with a white page and end with black borders in necessary areas in a painting. The use of the phrase "black and white" to denote right and wrong is very frequent in our conversations. When today I see a lot of posts and awareness on racism, I realize that black to denote wrong and white to denote right is something we all do. And how small but strong this seedling of racism is, which we very frequently and casually use in everyday conversations.  The irony of the story is this, when we were children and scratched with all the crayons in one circle, with colours obviously not restricting to the drawn margins, it often ended up being black. I was always told in my art class, to use black at the end because black merges all your colours, because black consists of all the colours.