Does it depict anger? violence? love? maybe even lust? red is that one colour, different from all others. It could show you the days with tears in your mother's eyes, the day you find the special someone you fancy like you back, or it can even give you flashbacks of your grandfather dying in your arms as he softly moans, "ah.."
But to me, red isn't just a colour, it is a feeling. It reminds me of the bright red bindi that sat between her perfectly trimmed eyebrows. It reminded me of the colours of holi as i ran after her, out of breath, sweat penetrating from my forehead down to my chin, "sakiiina" i would say. "come after me if you can" she would reply. Then, as i caught up to her, red on one hand, green on the other, i would deposit it all on her cheeks, her forehead, her waist, decorating her like a christmas tree, and seeing her face light up....ahh!!
Her smile was as pretty as the sunset of 7 june, 2019, maybe the only reason why the sun set was because it could never mimic the beauty of chutki, despite trying so hard, letting out colours bright orange and pink that encompassed the sky, it could still portray no avail.
To me, red isn't just a colour. It's a day. The day she incarcerated me in her prison. The prison of love, tenderness, warmth. The day my heart was held hostage by her and stayed with her forever. The day i surrendered my life for her, gave up all my dreams for her, because she was my very dream; The one i had been waiting for all along. The day i started believing in destiny..in us. I'm holding tight to the threads of her love. The only memory i have left of her.
