Anju prasad

Abstract Romance

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Anju prasad

Abstract Romance

Grey Area

Grey Area

3 mins
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The pain I felt when you told me of the other woman, I could not hide. I was caught up between right and wrong for the first time. Or would it be right to ask when I lost the strange wall between right and wrong and identified the grey area. II was even lost in that deep felt thought and contemplation.


The Grey zone where today I find a lot of people live in. You must be knowing heart of heart I don't fit in there. White or black that's what I preferred. But I know in the grey area, the, ocean and stars all have a totally different meaning. When soul seek soul, when warmth of a different skin is felt, when a heartbeat other than own beat is heard ...it is all different in the grey area. Grey area intact has all the shades of wonder adorning it I at times believe.


My parents lived together only six years. I always thank my childhood memories, they were in deep love, it was not so perfect marriage made in heaven, but marriage which had lot of earthly elements of sacrifice and understanding in it. My father remarried after 10 years living miserable when mom died but never complaining. He loved this life and whatever life gave.


You are the second man who has left deep marks in my life just like dad ...thirty years or more. Man, who taught me the prime letters of love, what it is to give and give and give and just be satisfied with what is given...


But it was not grey areas of horizon my friend, my love for you was strange, mythical, deep adoration which was written in white and sometimes in total darkness

Where is this grey area, I know it is the painful zone where you are in one's life and you are part of some other ongoing story .People struggle to shut down the window but like some virus infested program it do not .It invades every program and hack one's soul totally .In such grey areas ,there is pain anguish ,anger ,depression, people at times close their lives chapter totally .Some of the best poems and songs are born in these grey areas. You were so unique when it came to grey areas, I was your Goddesses there...not anymore.


Mutually reciprocated such grey areas are not mine and your thing. It makes me suffocated there. So, when you brought up your other woman, I did not say you have to quit that path of yours but took a totally different one for me.

I watched the sky, the sea gulls flying free and the winter slowly curbing the autumn, ash and white background started appearing around me, still I walked barefoot on grass blades. Spent one evening at beach side, slowly sipping the white wine. I felt the gush of air in. Freedom.


Now the third man in my life my husband, I never told him any of these masalas and brought chaos though we were like people knowing each other, two friends never getting bored of each other.

We cooked, we washed, we helped daughters' assignments making cards for her for people in isolation.

We enjoyed the colors ....her little jokes.


So, my friend between white and black there is this grey area and after my years of commitment, I chose the white and black and when daily lighting lamps remembered it is my 47 th birthday and the girl in green skirt had grown up. In that realization I thought of your other woman and you and believe it or not said a prayer ...you fix ...you ground ...you settle ...my little kite.


The people in grey areas...are never culprits or wrong doers, they are just others unable to fit here or there but they exist and are beautiful people 



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