How utterly different would life be if humans were made of different colours. Each a different shade. And a change in their colour had a specific meaning attached to it.
One would turn a light lavender while meditating, blood red when angry, a tinge of indigo with the purest beige when shy and shiny white while making love.
And let’s say that once two souls mate for life, they acquire the exact same shade which would never change.
Let death give people time by turning them into a rust, one hair at a time, so that they have enough days to realise it’s not long to live and pursue their hobbies, tell their loved ones how beautiful they’ve made their lives and explore things that their hearts desire.
Let murderers, rapists, terrorists go all black when performing crimes and remain that way forever so that the world could acknowledge their sins which could no more be hidden.
Let a woman turn into the purest gold while giving birth. Let lovers temporarily turn into an orange, like the sky in autumn so that the world can appreciate the beauty in their relationship not based on gender or caste.
And when things fall apart for these lovers, let their beautiful shade fade away like the autumn clouds…
– Diksha Daryanani