Colors
written by: Bharti
In the middle of sunny day
When the flower buds took all their time to bloom
And the curtains of my room were drawn close
I noticed how afraid I was
The clock glared at me
As the ticking hands of minutes and seconds made a silent hum
A pink colored towel hung on the door
A crimson blanket covered me
And a blue water bottle lied idle on the desk
There were so many colors inside my own room I didn’t notice earlier
How long they had been waiting for me to look?
How long had they reflected sunrays like that?
I had no answers
But a scream stuck in my throat
Strangling me slowly
Howling at me
There were no monsters lurking under my bed
But silently watching me through the eyes of colored heartless things
Pale yellow of the walls
Suddenly started seeping into my own skin
And the red of my blanket reflected the red of my swollen eyes
Half filled blue colored bottle was as still as a person who had stopped breathing out of fear
Was it waiting for something to happen?
Had this room turned into a warning sign?
Slowly colours drained
As if sucked by vacuum
The black polka dots on my blanket
Looked like million eyes laughing at me
Mocking me
Taunting me with reality of a cruel world waiting outside the door
The same white chipped door seemed like waving flag of peace
But there seemed no end to this colorful war my room had waged
There was tragedy waiting right outside, sitting on the stairs leading to my home and I could sense it
Or had my fear turned into a storyteller?
I knew nothing
But this wasn’t the home I had grown up in
Neither was this story mine
So I walked out and listened to a grey bird singing its songs
And in its voice lied my childhood
Grinning
Giggling
Telling me how this brown body was still the same
Who loved the taste of bright yellow mangoes
And the warmth of sun on her scarred skin
As the tangy taste of it ran through my veins
I realised
It were just the simple things that would bring me back
