Fading Dream of Yesterday

Ever imagine a life with a white backdrop….a backdrop so white that that it outshines every colorful details of your life.Its hard to imagine, but I chanced upon to have a glimpse of it.I had this dream last night where everything was just normal but there were no colors,now don’t be mistaken, it wasn’t a grayscale dream, No blacks No gray.Only White!!!!
Come to think of it, how is that possible? Whatever, it wasn't any pleasant.The constant feeling as if everything is fading out and out resulted into a Bad morning followed by an entire hopeless day.
All day I was thinking how that would be without any color around. Without my greens, blues and violets. This inherent dependency on colors, this extreme symbolization of everything by colors can cripple you sometimes.
The woman, who wore mauve for the wedding that day, graced herself with the RED sindoor and GOLD mangalsootra didn't know that was the end of colors for her. Unaware of the storm that will sweep her Man and only kid today, she blissfully played with colors one last time. The bangles, the paithani,the anklet, the kumkum and all that a simple married woman yearn for. Her Man and kid equaled her colors. All decked up for the fate that awaited them for years under the green tree. The irony is they went to mark the beginning of a couple when they met their own grim demise .In a second the woman lost all the colors of her life, all that was there in her simple life.
Sometimes GOD gets so cruel with you. It tricks you to believe whatever is offered to your LIFE is the heaven you were seeking, then as a spectator see you hit the glory and right then, right then snatches it away.Oh so wicked, you GOD!!!
You are left there on the edge to see nothing but a veil you had upon yourself…the mirage created for you had broken and Life as DARK as it is churning you in its blackhole.
I wish there were no colors, but I wish not.
Life is all about colors, that’s the beauty of it. I wish each one of us experience as many colors as one can.
But again, the colors, all that you see in your life are nothing but several blobs on a white canvas. As you grow you keep coating the white with different shades, painting the panaroma of life with colors of your choice and sometimes the colors forced onto you. In the end it is nothing but white again -the absence of color, the symbol of nothingness.