I am the toxicity in the air.
I am the dust of dusk.
I am the last ray of sunlight.
I am despair.
I am the colour of Draupadi’s robe when she was dragged in public by her hair.
I am the colour of the tears she shed after breaking up with him.
I am the sadness all of them carried after their farewell.
I am the colour of death which quietly crept in, in the old man’s hut and woe found him.
I am the oxymoron life creates in almost every situation.
I am the tears of million soldiers who lose the war. I am despair.
Good luck only knocks the door once. But bad luck knocks till you open it.