The Blissful Yellow
I am the colour of your first morning kiss. The one which
catches your attention more than any colour. I am the
brightest of all in the spectrum; you come face to face with me
everywhere on the roads. I am the colour of your umbrella
and the one Cold Play wrote a song about. I am the shade of all
things positive and most importantly of mom’s home cooked
daal. I am the colour of your favourite 90’s cartoon, Sponge
Bob Square Pants that you were once glued to. I am those
mustard fields which made Kajol and Shahrukh the iconic
love birds of their time. I am the colour of Haldi, bringing
glow in every bride’s new phase of life. I am every emotion
you can’t convey in words. I am the practical thinker, not the
dreamer. I am the colour of the king of fruits, which once as
a kid you always relished. I am the comedian, the entertainer
and the clown. I carry different meanings in every corner of
the world. Japan applauds my courage but Mexico lays me
on a death bed. I am the colour of the wood, Frost talks about
in his poem. I am the hue of emoticons in the age of texting.
I am not emotional, coming from the head rather than the
heart. I am the colour of a hug during snowfall, the warmth
of firewood on a chilly winter twilight and those egg yolk
coloured taxis, which buzz through the streets of Calcutta.
I am the summer outfit which he gifted me on Valentine’s.
I am the colour of hope, life gives you at every moment but
dismally also of your inner screams and anxiety, when your
heart sinks secretly behind those closed doors!