The Theme of my whole choir of words is: When we are sitting under a yellow light, everything…
Harnoor Bhullar
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Well, as it’s clear now that I got the wrong imagery of the poem, I will like to advance this with my following counterargument using the right imaginary, not to protect my previous argument but it’s more like a thought process I have.

See, the daylight you are using here as a standard frame which reveals truth, the true colour is nothing but similar to lamp post — night frame, the sun being a much larger lamp post in the first one. And if you keep going just with increasing — decreasing the size of lamp post, changing the colour of light coming from them, you will get infinite number of similar frames. Once you include other variables like people who are key subject of the frame the number of such frame will rise exponentially . So, the point I want to make here is, truth is a relative quantity as it depends on the frame you are using to justify it. Now, I have no problem with using daylight as a standard frame to measure authenticity of truth, its a standard approach to counter such situation, but I do have problem with just denials of other frames and discarding them by terming the resultant of these frames as plain out evil. It might not be a good idea to always take these frames in consideration but when it involves people you care about it makes sense as it might be the case that you and her have not the similar frames. She might be happy with the greenish yellow colour of leaves, or yellowish grey colour of path…

Now here is a thought provoking question I have related to this whole argument — “If everything we hear, touch, smell, see are electrical impulses interpreted by our brain, then what is real out there?” Think about it also tell me if you find anything wrong in the argument I made…

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