It's quite amazing what colours can do to my mood these days. And its quite a recent development, for I've never been so "colour-aware",if I may coin such a term, before. Sure, I've always loved blue in all its shades, and have also passed through phases when whatever I'd like while out shopping would belong to one particular colour, but I've never had colours dictate my mood before, at least not the way they seem to do now! :)
It was a cool Saturday evening, I had just woken up from my extended siesta and was sitting on my balcony with a cup of tea, generally staring into space - my thoughts idly straying in a million directions - too lazy to focus on anything in particular.
It had been raining all afternoon, and the sun was just breaking through the clouds...when suddenly I caught myself staring at a full blown rainbow, the most perfect arch in all its colour, as if just out of a children's book illustration!
It was the first time I'd seen such a perfect rainbow, and the overwhelming surge of joy almost had me jumping up and down, much to the amusement of the glued-to-the-telly Husband (it was World Cup season, after all).
He was promptly instructed to get the camera out and to capture the sheer wonder of nature, to which he probably mumbled something to the effect of "Why don't you get up and get it?". He was ignored, of course, I was too mesmerized, almost afraid to look away..lest it vanished by the time I looked back! It obviously did, eventually, and sadly the camera was brought out too late...but somehow, by that time I could not be bothered anymore..I was riding a wave of emotions, I realized how little it really took me to be truly happy, even if for the moment.
That's when it struck me, the effect of colours on my mood lately, and I could suddenly see the cute red top with big black butterflies on it brightening up a Monday morning, the purple shirt putting a smile on my face as I took a last peep into the mirror before stepping out, or the extra spring in my step every time I had the bright blue bag on my arm!
I realised, with a start, I hardly own any all white/all black clothes now, strange especially if I think of the time (back during my college days) when I swore by anything black!
Oh well, I still do fantasise over the idea of owning an elegant black evening dress sometime, and I do love my black Dhakai sari (oh boy, even that has a splash of vibrant green and warm rust to bring it to life), but right now, its a bright magenta kurta (that I'd seen at a store recently but didnt buy) that's on my mind...I can almost hear it trying to convince me how, with a little help from the lilac dupatta, it could make the longest meeting at work on a Friday seem to be over in a jiffy, and the weekend that much closer! And to tell you the truth, I actually think it could be right! :) :)
It was a cool Saturday evening, I had just woken up from my extended siesta and was sitting on my balcony with a cup of tea, generally staring into space - my thoughts idly straying in a million directions - too lazy to focus on anything in particular.
It had been raining all afternoon, and the sun was just breaking through the clouds...when suddenly I caught myself staring at a full blown rainbow, the most perfect arch in all its colour, as if just out of a children's book illustration!
It was the first time I'd seen such a perfect rainbow, and the overwhelming surge of joy almost had me jumping up and down, much to the amusement of the glued-to-the-telly Husband (it was World Cup season, after all).
He was promptly instructed to get the camera out and to capture the sheer wonder of nature, to which he probably mumbled something to the effect of "Why don't you get up and get it?". He was ignored, of course, I was too mesmerized, almost afraid to look away..lest it vanished by the time I looked back! It obviously did, eventually, and sadly the camera was brought out too late...but somehow, by that time I could not be bothered anymore..I was riding a wave of emotions, I realized how little it really took me to be truly happy, even if for the moment.
That's when it struck me, the effect of colours on my mood lately, and I could suddenly see the cute red top with big black butterflies on it brightening up a Monday morning, the purple shirt putting a smile on my face as I took a last peep into the mirror before stepping out, or the extra spring in my step every time I had the bright blue bag on my arm!
I realised, with a start, I hardly own any all white/all black clothes now, strange especially if I think of the time (back during my college days) when I swore by anything black!
Oh well, I still do fantasise over the idea of owning an elegant black evening dress sometime, and I do love my black Dhakai sari (oh boy, even that has a splash of vibrant green and warm rust to bring it to life), but right now, its a bright magenta kurta (that I'd seen at a store recently but didnt buy) that's on my mind...I can almost hear it trying to convince me how, with a little help from the lilac dupatta, it could make the longest meeting at work on a Friday seem to be over in a jiffy, and the weekend that much closer! And to tell you the truth, I actually think it could be right! :) :)
