Title:  Story of Red"

                                             (Mood: (Hollow mind shouting with the echo of its noise))
                                                             
                                                                 Written at my homeplace
                                                            
                                Lesson:  Promoting 'Racism' is ending 'Peace' and promoting 'Wars'
        ( Racism' is just an ideology and should not be adopted as a criterion of any kind of decision making )

     (Assume that colours too have life and all those emotions which you have, Sorry, I won't contradict my own  statement in the end because my assumption is right)  

  This story has its own way of expressing discrimination among different colours led by a society which colours can also feel and among all, Red has complaints as :

White is peace, blue is ocean deep, green is a natural beauty, brown is the soil which feeds, black is never auspicious like a deadly doomsday, pink and purple are just perfect, yellow is the fire. 

                                      Red is still confused for it has no fixed attire



                                                                           I am red 🔴 

I am running inside you every moment as blood, 

I am carrying oxygen to the lungs to make u feel 'Not dead', still my hard work is never pronounced. Oh!  I am Red😒

I wonder, how this world discriminates me on the basis of my existence in different places. Every ceremony is decorated with Red, love is red, the festival is red, her bindi

Choodddi, lehenga, sindoor, all are red. I am spreading happiness all around with me as Red still they highlight me on the danger and warning boards 

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RED HAS NO ATTIRE OF ITS FIT

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I am sad for still calling me impure when this Red is what her Uterus Shed (*Menstruation*). I wish I could be celebrated the same way when on Holi(festival in India), I spread in the air to touch the sky with no sorrows in my Head, and Yes I am Red  🔴 

Ask them Eating gutka and spitting Red is fine for you but since how long you will abort that girl child and shed me outside Her ( mother) body to erase my existence since u don't have a baby boy for your family to move ahead. (*female foeticide*)

Remember I am Red 🔴if you can be categorizing me on the basis of places where I sit on the bed. I am warning you to stop these stereotypes until my lips are sewed for being dead. 

I am  Red🔴 as beautiful as that garden of Roses which are just Red, now decide as Its on your head just decide my place if I look good on Santa Claus to celebrate Christmas after sunsets or I am still a sign of stop or danger as you interpret.

Red colour: One Society

Different places of Red: Different cultural and moral values of people in society

Be not a person of one community rather be the responsible person for humanity 
( different colours represent the diverse nature of Beautiful India! )
Like red we must fit in every attire means we must accept every person without choosing on the basis of caste, religion, sex, community or anything else