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She closed her eyes and relaxed. All the colors flashed past the darkness beneath her eyelids. They mixed up and made a very wonderful fusion. She loved colors; they called out to her in a unique way. She could almost relate every color with a feeling. Warm Yellow, Pleasant Green, Bright Blue, Angry Red, Deep Black, Pure White, Neutral Grey, Childish Pink, Fiery Orange, Royal Gold, Calm Silver, Peaceful Purple, Mild Brown and so on. She could always give an adjective to any color and would often feel ironical about doing it since color in itself could be used an adjective. She loved to learn about the different shades, though there were too many. She loved the way that a tiny difference in the shade gave a whole different meaning to the look. When she talked about a shade of a particular color, she would always use the exact name if she knew or would try to find out and if it didn’t exist yet, would try to give a closest description. For her, the refrigerator at home was not just red, it was Ruby-red. The paint color was not just pink, it was Fuchsia pink. The awesome dress her friend gifted her was not just purplish, it was plum. And so she had a list – Olive green, Steel blue, Cyan, Orchid violet, Turquoise, Magenta, Ink Blue, Lavender and so on..
She heard her mom call which brought her back to the present. She sighed and opened her eyes. The darkness prevailed. She knew she had to live with it. This was her daily routine of giving herself that little joy of seeing colors and playing with them – the joy which was denied by life recently. This was her hobby now – Trying to see with her mind what she couldn’t see with her eyes anymore.
This is a little something that came as an inspiration when I was commenting on Ajay’s blog about colors.
So how many colors do you know? #JustCurious.
I feel i am little bit part of that inspiration. 😛 No?
Take care. Keep writing. 🙂
Thanks! I know only a few of the umpteen shades out there. 🙂 I love anything colorful and hence this obsession over it. I have to bear the name of childish so often because of this but I have this devil may care attitude when it comes to nurturing the child in me. 😆
Yes, you were a part of that inspiration 🙂 Thanks for dropping by!
I don’t think so.
Haha. Its good to nurture the child in you.
Thank You. I’m honored. 😀
My Pleasure. 🙂
A good and creative post 🙂 Keep going..
Raghavan alias Saravanan M
Jeddah | Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.
Thank you 🙂
Very simply put…but so meaningful…the twist was quite saddening. I shudder to imagine my life without colours!
Thank you Nibedita! Yes indeed, what would we do without colors?
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The end was not at all expected. You have a nice narrative here K, loved it 🙂 🙂
Thanks Visha! When this hit my mind, I didn’t expect the end as much Visha. Somehow felt that the end made me appreciate the thought so much more than I would have normally.
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