Next evening, I look for the shade, I picturize it momentarily, but the sky stares back beaming with a newer shade of bluish purple..I mix and match, trying to discover even the remotest similarity, yet just to find it prominently different. The shades of skies. Reminiscent, in ways but never the same. I wonder.

Its another day, another shade! Sometimes I could not refrain from comparing our lives with the sky, as I feel today's general persona has so much in common with the skies above, and in disbelief, I admit my shades of grey, white, black, which I exhibit along different situations life has been posing. A wicked truth we try hiding, but we realize. Do we have a choice?

Some say depends, some never admit it.

Some say we are no saints, so we relentlessly do it.

I never question myself, as I find myself guilty but I do catch a pause once in a while to ponder. What choices we have, and what we never admit to do. We do it over and over again, but never have we made ado. If only I could stick to one shade, considerate, caring, happy, content ..or probably a mixture.. guess that's a shade still under consideration.. or is that what we see in the eyes of a father holding his new-born for the first time... pure white.. But the same feeling dissolves into greyish fear, dark-tinted hatred, shaded loathing in front of a colleague getting a promotion, while the deserving candidate was in fact someone else.. Nothing unnatural, yet seems so debatable.. Arent these artificial situations we created for ourselves? Probably that is what we termed evolution.

One day we might as well find us poised with just one shade.. the shade of peace.. wonder which shade would that be.... a matter of self-consciousness ... I think ...