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Love in white

They were playing a drama right in front of my sight and I couldn’t resist except being a spectator of it. The so-called lovers in it exchanged red roses and symbolically the red hearts as well.

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Somehow, it was quite boring. I stood up and shouted without knowing what I was yelling:

“Hey, hell with your red roses and hearts. I would love to see LOVE IN WHITE than it’s in red. Any hope?”

“Who’s that numbskull?”   Happy that I got an immediate response from the audiance. 😉

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About Britton

It's a chattering of an eccentric who often can't control his vagrant thoughts while he is wandering around in search of the unknown. Well, it seems like, this world is an asylum N it invites each N everyone to have a stroll through this asylum. Further, for me it's a madylum :) Humiliating mockeries all around, crushing anguish within, boring day-to-day chores.... oh! He has to wade through all these. :-( N the weary traveler should plod on. No matter what. https://madylum.wordpress.com/

8 responses to “Love in white

  1. soumyav

    The pure heart yells in light,
    wants a love bright in sight,
    with colours of passion fading in the blues,
    it yearns for the pristine white!

    LOved this Britton!

  2. Stefania ⋅

    You wrote beautifully Britton!

    “… I would like to see is the love in white than red ….” – white means purity! I think anyone who would like a love white!
    I liked a lot! Thank you for sharing!
    Have a wonderful evening and many blessings!
    Sincerely, Stefania! 🙂

  3. I would like to see a love in white, too:-)
    That kind of love that Soumya talks about–it sees the core of who you really are.
    Maybe the kind of love that is enamored with the outer layer is Red. But this love, it’s definitely white.

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