Swirls of Colors

Lately, I seemed to have hit a rough spell. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't write anything. My miniature brain can be such a weirdo sometimes. lol. Anyhoo, I finally came up with something today.And ......

As I sit down on my bed with pink floral sheets, I have an epiphany. I look around my room and there's a bright yellow Spongebob clock looking down at me, a picture hung on the wall opposite to my bed has a class picture with a maroon hue in it, there's this flower thing that's hung near the door that kinda has every color skittles are available in *or more*, on the top of the cupboard there's my "puchku" wearing a glimmering purple birthday hat..... and there's more to it but it could take me all day long if I describe every thing in an excruciating detail. :P

At sunset :)
Photo by: My friend Ishan Gautam

The point here is , colors are like the taste we savor, the soothing tunes we hear and in the complex brush stokes in the masterpieces we see . If it weren't for the green grass, we'd never know the power it had to heal our soul. If it weren't for the grey misty mornings, we would't know of the magic spell left on the leaves by the dew drops. If there didn't exist a scarlet sky during the time of the sunset, we would never glimpse heaven bestowed on earth. The green pristine water in the rivers emanating from the mountains also have their own story to tell. Ravishing in their own ways, I might as well add.

In our daily lives too, it's impossible to live without the possibility of being lost when it comes to choosing a specific color while shopping. Go down the memory lane... Can't you remember even a single moment when you have walked out of the store because they didn't have a certain thing in the particular color you wanted? Hold a black and white picture in your hand, doesn't it remind you of something old and classy even if it isn't ? Don't you remember to make a wish when you see the spectrum of colors in the sky ? Close your eyes for a moment and you can still see the random swirls of colors before the vast nothingness that follows. Life without color is no less than a body without a soul. There's emptiness and nothing at all.

Personally, colors are as big part of my life as the next person's. A cute red dress almost always reminds me of the first date and everything romantic. The color blue always calms me down irrespective of the situation I'm in. A certain kind of purple reminds me of a popular telecom company down here in Nepal. A particular yellow in the color chart reminds me of "puchku", when I'm in the garden surrounded by flowers of every color I can think of, it's close to impossible to not automatically smell a pleasant fragrance ..... and there's infinite other colors which reminds me of infinite other things.
When it comes to colors there's no stopping, is there ? ;)

P.s Puchku is my teddy bear. No girl ever grows out of love for her teddy ! Atleast not me :D

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