Stained cloth

    How do you scrub the memories away and start anew? 

It has left a big dark stain on a beautiful white cloth that's never been touched before. The way the cloth holds onto the stain, you'd forget it wasn't meant to be a part of it. You continue in your oblivion. You go on believing if it wasn't for the stain, the cloth wouldn't be anything but blank and empty. In a way, the stain is the cloth itself. What is the cloth without it? Like a dried bloodstain that only gets darker with time, it clings and deepens onto every fiber. Years go by, some days you completely ignore the stain, while other times, you can't help but focus on its darkness. It pulls you in again and again. And so one day, you decide to be done with it once and for all, you rub the cloth with both hands as you watch the water carry the bleeding red.

While you try your best to get the stain off by tugging and pulling, you now see what was once white, has a tinge of red spread all over the cloth. The stain has now gone, not completely but at least to the extent that it isn't noticeable anymore. The colour of the cloth however has completely changed. You can now rejoice that finally after years, the dark, ugly stain has gone but so has the whiteness of the cloth. You are now left with a cloth that's been rubbed and distressed so often and so harshly that its smoothness and color don't remain anymore! 

So do you rejoice that the stain is noticeably faded or grieve that the cloth can never regain its suppleness and colour anymore?