His monochrome world of inflexibility and unyielding mental shortcomings usually takes a hefty toll on his hungry heart.
Sometimes, a special someone steps into his retreat with a new thought that brings him warmth and a sense of companionship, of living.
A new-found taste for colors.
And for a while he ceases to perceive only in terms of "I".
And he's no longer alone at heart.
But try to take the solitude out of his mind, that would be like trying to take the black out of the crow.....
Labels: Tales Of The Butterfly


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