The Colours

Lost somewhere in the train of my thoughts, during my routine terrace strolls at 7 pm

Did I freeze, gazing at a heavenly sight in the limitless sky,

The Colors?

Extraordinarily beautiful ones, 

Those that I did not mind investing my entire break, diving in

One after the other, each color gradually unfolding its own nicely folded curtain of memory, retained on the shelf of my mind

Taking a glance at the RED, I got reminded of BLOOD oozing out from my 6 years old knees, at every attempt of riding my bicycle heroically

The ORANGE brought back those hot summer vacations when we would deny having an afternoon nap,

wait for that one honk from ice cream cart for our best-loved ORANGE BARS

The YELLOW 

Oh how I remember 8 years old me, wearing those BANGLES from mom's almirah, pairing with a saree, posing in front of the mirror with a hand on my waist

The GREEN

Reminded me of my very first botany class at boarding school

Those eager eyes, observing the diversity in the venation of LEAVES

The BLUE

Yes, the blue made me recapture that well-ironed pleated blue TUNIC DRESS, I would wear, hopping to school

So, the next time you encounter such an attractive sight,

DO PAUSE

DO LET YOUR MIND WANDER

DO RECALL AND TRY TO REMEMBER

DO WELCOME THE MEMORIES KICKING IN

DO KEEP ALIVE THIS MAGIC