Those tiny little spaces !
When I followed the very same colour it took me years to find the contrasting one which blends even with its shadow. Though eyes are closed each and every moment when darkness crawls into the light, my eyes never stopped visualising those colours and especially the one which led me to the nothingness where only colours lived. You may not see them every day but they are watching you when they fly down to the valleys. I have only seen those colours falling down from my sight into the great valleys of created spaces. But still it’s everywhere around me. Those created spaces always celebrated the existence of complex colours around them. But they never knew about the arrival of those unidentified visitors. They couldn’t see it with their naked eyes because they were hiding in the shadows of those created specimens. I could see them wandering in the negative spaces of the valley. It wasn’t magical when I dreamt about a sky full of colours of the hill slopes. It wasn’t a dreary dream where I wanted to wake up and gulp down a glass or more colourless water. My eyes were closed and the dream never let me open my eyes. I am grown up now, in a voyage somewhere in the middle of blue sea. I was left at the top a ship where I could see the endless ocean in the glittering colours of blue and its siblings. I could see that ‘me’ of my childhood near the shores of the island standing alone. Though I waved at him he never looked back. Slowly he became pale and started walking to the other side of the island where there is a wall which restrict him from his sweet home. He was sitting outside the door weeping. Doors were open for me and there I saw that boy sleeping in the tiny room inside. I am still young. Those tiny little space between me and my childhood separated by a random dream . . . and let him sleep and let me live in his dreams, my dreams!
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