COLORS OF BLACK AND WHITE

The market was crowded. I was struggling to find a way on the footpath, and my eyes took a pause on a pair of Jhumka. I had no idea what was that shape called, it was round and looked like she was wearing a lehenga and forcing me to make those slo-mo videos. I swear there is no perfect video unless you shoot a million of them. Anyway, so I went to the vendor and we negotiated to a price where I bought the pair for my lady love. I was away during Holi and we were meeting later that day. So, I picked up those Jhumkas, and I went along. Holi was not my thing – I mean getting dirty just to clean yourself over the next few days did not make sense to me. And she was crazy about the color. So naturally, when I arrived at her house, I was looking at an abstract art. She was dressed in one color, and her skin was a mixture of colors, one cheek pink, one purple. I cried my heart out laughing and she was so embarrassed. After a while of she making faces, we finally went out for a walk. Discussing the extras that happened while I was gone. Butterflies are common. I felt Harpsichord and Harmoniums like I stuck upon a Ghazal. So, the usual – coffee, a bite to eat and walking her back home. She wanted me to stay. She grabbed me like a Koala bear and I literally just stood there like a piece of wood. She looked up to me and started making faces again. I pulled out the box of Jhumka I bought for her earlier that day and I gave it to her. I whispered in her ear – “Did I tell you how beautiful you look in your suit today?” I sat in my car and as I pulled off, she stood there, looking at the Jhumkas I got her, smiling at the words I whispered in her ear. She stood there.