Color ..in me
There is a color that has always been with me.. Was part of my school uniform and thus how I was seen.. Was the color of ‘compromise’, and ‘no-say’.. It was so called the ‘mid way’ or just dull ‘grey’.. I hated it growing up, but didn’t realize it grew on me.. Every dress, top or saree, I picked, was a shade of this damn grey.. Extremes of black and white from a distance I could now see… Willing to let go, diplomatic and in-decisive I turned out to be.. It followed me in the life I painted for myself to be in .. A palette of varied colors externally, but a tone of grey within.. I had the green and red in the garden I planted for myself.. But the walls were reflecting the monochrome of concrete within… I travelled long distances in fancy cars and flights... Memories etched in passport pages and corners of my mind.. They were swift and plenty like the grey skies that took me there.. I saw so much, but nothing remained with me...
