Underneath the Table

In our childhood I think most of us have enjoyed the comfort of playing underneath the table. What was so comforting about it? Underneath the table was a safe zone for me, I played there but also hid there from the world. As we grow up, 'underneath the table' is one of the many things that kills our innocence. Sure there are many occasions where bubbles of innocence are burst, but everything a part of childhood changes right? Now that I'm grown up, I'd hardly fit under any table, but I wonder what is the adults' version of 'underneath the table' which gives you the comfort of 'even if something goes wrong, you're safe.'

Black and White

There is something about black and white pictures that just look so peaceful! The pictures look so simple and they make life look calm. Life in black and white would have been so much fun. Like it's either positive or negative, pick a side and you're good. 

I never knew that life isn't black and white. Life infact, lies in the grey. If black and white is yes or no, grey is maybe. Maybe is the confused, unsure place where we often find ourselves. The uncertainty of our life lies in the grey. 

The question isn't about you wanting to live in grey or not, it isn't a choice. Such choices are privileges, only few have them. We had black and white when we were kids but growing up we lost that privilege. 

I know everyone goes through their greys, I shall too. Now that I sea the picture, it has always been varients of grey and that's where our lives are! Let me just wrap my hands around and enjoy the Black, white and grey❤️