Blue~
Since childhood, blue was my favorite colour. I never really needed a reason to love it. I still remember, back then in school we all were divided by those house uniforms. I was in the blue house.
And wearing that blue house shirt and white skirt every friday was fun, because on fridays we were divided on the basis of our houses and made to play various games. One of the faintest memory I have is of us winning the best house trophy.
These games and this blue uniform also gave me my first best friend, who apparently is still my friend. Another reason why I love this colour. We both were in the same house and hence were usually the part of the same group. It was hate at first sight for us, but who know back then that in future we would end up being close low key friends.
Blue for me was an emotion. From my clothes to shoes, from drawing sky to painting water as blue, everything I brought had a pinch of blue in it. Blue was my happy colour. People used to say, that the ones who love blue are intelligent but short tempered. I believed that. I started being how the colour is defined. For I believed that if I ain't short tempered, then my love for blue isn't true. Stupid childhood logics. And thus I started changing myself. I became more aggressive as time passed.
There was a time when everyone around started loving blue, and there was a saying, “Blue is the new black”. Black being the most adjustable colour, was used as a fashion statement colour. But when everyone started loving blue just the way I did, I felt bad. I was indeed a child back then, but now if I try to describe my emotions of that phase in words, it would probably be that I felt my colour has lost its uniqueness.
Though it was a temporary phase, and people shifted back to their favorite colours but I stayed true to blue, as if loving any other colour would be a sin. I also stayed true to the emotions attached to it, being intelligent and short tempered.
But as I grew up, I realized everything is neither as good as it seems nor as bad as it was imagined to be. I realized blue isn't always supposed to be a happy colour. I realized that these colours don't define my personality. But it was too late. I lost my own self to a colour. I changed from being a jolly person to an aggressive and short tempered kid. I changed my attitude, my persona just to make myself presentable to the world.
From all the bits I remember, my maa once said, groom yourself as much as you want, but don't lose your real self in this process.
But all I remember now is the last time I saw my maa's pale blue face. And that was the day when blue became the colour I hate.
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