Colors of Colors

A heated debate was going on in the room. The seven gentlemen were firm in their own views, and there was a deep and vast ocean of disagreement between them. They were as determined as seven continents to maintain their distance from each other so that their own identities and their own reasons for pride would remain. The only difference was their likes and dislikes of colors. Red, green, blue, yellow, orange, purple, and violet.

Each person advocated his favorite color and was determined to impose his choice on others. Everyone tried to make everyone else like his choice. The most prominent and enthusiastic in the discussion were the red, green, and yellow ones. The orange one would sometimes get too excited, but then the red and yellow would push him back in the discussion.

The blue, purple, and violet ones were a little slower but not far behind.

"Well, red is a symbol of life. It is the expression of warmth in life. Without it, every color of life is dull. Every melody is tasteless and worthless," the red man continued his arguments.While talking, red color could be seen in his eyes. Then his speech started to get stuck in his throat. His voice came from his imagination where a beautiful woman dressed in red clothes was addressing the red man with her red lips.

The cheeks of this fairy were also red. Then the red one also mentioned the beauty and charm that he had imagined.

A laugh broke out in the room. The red one, feeling a little embarrassed, had just stepped back when the yellow one started mentioning the qualities he liked. His yellow face also turned a little red with excitement, but he was not ready to like the color red in any case.

"Yellow is a symbol of happiness and vitality... This vibrant mustard, this yellow sunflower, this yellow daisies, this yellow rose."

As soon as the rose was mentioned, the red one realized that he had not been able to mention the red rose in his arguments. He brought up the red rose. The purple one wanted to say that he had the most right to mention the rose, but the red one did not let him speak.

The green one said , "Green is the true symbol of life. It is the language of freshness, freshness, and freshness." How could the orange one remain silent? He excitedly explained that "orange is the symbol of life and vitality."

He had not finished his sentence when the red and yellow ones, speaking in unison, said that orange is the result of the combination of red and yellow.

If both of them had accepted him as their child, a great agreement and unity could have come into being. Yellow was also proud of the fact that it had created green by combining with blue. It was as if yellow was proud of itself like a man who had more than one wife and children from each wife.

These colors could have formed a block, but there was an atmosphere of conflict here. The drums of war were beating all around. The mothers were cutting each other. They wanted to be respected and credible by showing each other down. The ego and ego alone ruled. Loyalty and modesty had disappeared after being defeated.

Despite many differences, the yellow and red ones seemed to agree on one thing. This agreement was a temporary ceasefire, which was followed by a long war again.

All colors considered white as their manifestation, but this belief was also verbal. Otherwise, their love for white was only hollow and dull. Along with this, they were all afraid of black. Therefore, there was no warm supporter of white and other colors. All of them knew that black and white, which are also the colors of day and night, are the colors that encompass all colors.

They also knew that all colors become immortal by destroying their ego and self in that color. And when there is no color, then there is only black. Sometimes a symbol of awe and fear and sometimes a metaphor for death and grief.

In this colorful gathering, the slogan of monotony would be raised many times, but then it would not be allowed to go beyond the limits of words and would only serve to change the taste of the mouth.

Then the same permanent and usual bitterness would come into this taste, because bitterness was the foremost of the common values ​​found in this brief gathering. If this bitterness had diminished even a little, those who had cherished it would have gone ahead and renewed it.

One thing that was a sign of agreement here was the common hostility against the color gray and the disagreement with the group. No one in this discussion forum was a supporter of the color gray.

They all wanted no one to mention soil and clay. But then they would mention it. When this mention was made, a consensus seemed to be reached among the audience.

"Clay... bad color... neither color nor form... tasteless... dull."

When this group got tired of the thunder, they would also think of the color black. All of them were afraid of the color black and would mention it with fear.

Like the color black or someone who loves the color black stands outside with their ear against the wall. After that, they would deliberately forget this color black and return to their work.

The discussion that is based on hatred, selfishness and prejudice has no conclusion. The discussion goes on and reaches many levels as it goes.

In the end, this is what happened. The color changed into bad color.

People who were determined to define and define their own color went through many more stages of stubbornness and prejudice. Then everyone agreed. Now they had no other choice but to agree. Whether they wanted it or not, the red color had prevailed over everyone. They all came with the claim of being red. Not only were they red, but they had also become red-skinned. Now there was red everywhere and beyond that red color was black as far as the eye could see. The story of colors was complete