Evening at Zambezi River, Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, May 2015
and so does everything around... the situation, the people, the perspective, the needs.... and we too change.... the wise and courageous seek change.. because only change is constant!

Sunday, October 6, 2013

200. Color

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 42; the forty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "COLOR"

Every evening Grandpa holds my hand and takes me to the garden.
I like it.

Today children are playing some new game.

“Tipi Tipi Tip Top”, one girl shouts.
“What color you want?” responds the chorus.
“Blue” the girl says and everybody rushes around.
They catch something and laugh.
The laughter is joyful and clear like a sea wave.

Now it is another girl, her voice is different.
“Tipi Tipi Tip Top,” she shouts.
“What color you want?” the chorus.

“Grandpa, what is color” I ask with curiosity.
Grandpa sighs. He holds me close.


His tears fall on my face. 

(This is a Drabble) 
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