"Colour palette" #NaPoWriMo2022 #day20

In the colour palette was some gold, silver, and copper. I squeezed and added a few more colours later.

I remember, I made a golden tree while sitting with my friend, in her garden, one summer evening, by twisting gold wires, with beads and golden leaves. It rusted with time, but it's still with me.

I remember, the flowers from our garden that completed the colour wheel with white border of tiny little blooms. I forgot its name.

I remember, the turquoise and pink saree  that I bought with my hard earned salary, soaked all the tears that welled up. I wore it on my engagement day.

I remember the rainbows that kept sparkling everywhere when I went deeper in my being. 

That maroon lipstick, I'll never forget, I applied on my mother's lips while performing her last rites, and sent it with her, along with her things, for they asked me to do so. She left us all behind.

I remember tearing off some yellowed pages, and let them flow in the river, that mingled with saline, seeking forgiveness. How do I tell, how sacred it was? I hope you understand how spaces are made.

Then, like a Sunflower, I turned to the Sun. It filled me with positivity. 

I remember that cold November morning when I went out wearing a white chicken kurti with light mehndi embroidery that he gifted me. I didn't need a sweater as it had the warmth of his love. My friends teased me.

Some colours never fade. 

Calm of blue that held my hand, peace of the white, reminds me of the fragrant days, elegance of black stays and guides, the soothing green, the earthy brown..

all these colours

fill my life..

-Payal Agarwal