Girl in Red and Guy in Black III

Girl in red and Guy in black walking on the beach silently looking at sea waves coming and vanishing on shores as if it was the only thing that they have ever wanted. The sun going down as swiftly or as slowly and as happily or as sadly, as people standing on shores and looking at it. Guy in black stops and looks at horizon.

Girl in Red: What happened?

Guy in Black: When I was young, mum told me that god is a painter.

Girl in Red: Haha. Do you still believe in it?

GB: I am all colored.

GR: Who colored you?

GB: :)

GR: Who god? Is it a good thing?

GB: I don’t know, I was in shades of black and white some time back but there are all sorts of colors now. I asked to be colored. No wish denied there.

GR: What colors he used?

GB: Yours.

GR: Mine?

GB: I am all in your colors, lost myself a long time back. You are not my part rather I am yours.

GR: So god colored you in my colors?

GB: You colored me in your colors.

GR: Does that mean that I am god?

GB: Let’s continue our walk.

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