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April 3, 2015

Colour

Ditya sat on the sofa drinking coffee when she heard something, familiar to her ears. Not able to intercept the words she went to the window. The children were playing outside.

“Tippy tippy top, what colour do you want?”The group shouted in unison.

Laughing at herself for her inquisitiveness, she went back to her old chore, drinking coffee. Then, it struck her that the word colour her made her get up from her place.

Colour has played such an important role in her life.  While growing up they would taunt her about her colour, when she was of the considerable marriageable age again colour played its cards, as it became the sole criterion of saying no to her. Unable to find the reason she began to see only black around her.

She was perplexed as the fair wanted to go for a tan and the counterparts went for bleach or any other solution. Unable to find a match she got consent to go to university where she met Peter. The rainbow overpowered the dullness as love bloomed.

Fifteen years of marriage and they were still going strong. She felt relieved that not only she did not have to compromise for her colour but had found a man worth loving and living for.



2 comments

  1. That's a lovely story, my friend. Have a great Easter weekend.

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    1. Hello Linda,
      Thank you so much dear. Sorry for the late reply.Hope yopu had a Wonderful time this weekend!

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