Childhood memories are rife in my mind,
Each one taking on its own distinct hue.
The pink walls of my parents bedroom , its paint cracking yet standing strong,
The white fur of my first pet cat, its softness comforting, always reassuring.
The green facade of my grandparents garden, much like their love, in quiet bloom.
The blue surface of our dining table, holding marks of immense learning and growth.
The deep yellow of the dal nourishing us as we transitioned through adolescence into adulthood.
Then arrive the darker colours
Swirling speedily
Threatening to strike
The gathering of dark grey clouds as one of us grappled with chronic illness.
The murky brown of dried blood staining white uniforms.
The fiery red of anger that coursed through my being for things I couldn’t control .
The purple jamun stains on the road outside our house, washed away by merciless floods.
The black finality of death, grief washing over me for years to come .
I close my eyes and let the colours settle upon my being
Seeking solace in silver linings.
Notes On The Go 
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