C for.. Colour, Creation & Character!

Can you imagine life without colour? What if we lived in monotone? What if the only shades that we had in our life were black and white? What if the only variation that we would ever see in anything was grey? The beautiful candid photographs on facebook and twitter, ones that you wish you would have taken or wish you would have been a part of (yes, I'm a narcissist. Self-proclaimed one too), what if life was stuck in that frame? What if God and Mother Nature had a fight and she would have been like- Yo, you too demanding! No colour for you. In my head, I just imagined Sofia as Mother Nature speaking latino-english hence the grammar.

Talking about colours, I love them. The Reds, the Blues, the Yellows, the Greens, the whole lot. I sometimes read about the lovely names of different shades of these colours. Its quite amusing and I'm quite weird like that. Also, sometimes, I just don't feel like working. Anyway, my favorite colour varies from red to blue and then to red and back again to blue. And then Lavender. I loooooove lavender. How can anyone not love lavender?
But then can you really have a constant favorite colour? I mean, seriously, every time somebody asks me that question (yea, I know, if your are wondering who asks me this question so often, well, its mostly my little cousin-in-laws and myself. Mostly.), I always have a  new answer. Okay, this is really a very random arc that this post has taken, one which I had not intended.

 Anyway, moving on, do you know about that feeling, when while driving through a long highway (and by driving I mean, sitting on the passenger seat and enjoying the view ), suddenly there comes a patch of flowers in the middle of the greenery, making you smile. I love that kind of landscaping. Especially when it grows naturally at the side of the road or any structure. The way nature finds it way through the concrete jungle.

I have what is called a "brown" skin. That's my colour. They say, people from other countries differentiate other people calling them, white / yellow/ black/ brown. I haven't had any such experience during my visits abroad but what I have faced, is discrimination and ridicule in my own country over the shade of "brown" that I am. Its quite ok now but it really wasn't when I was growing up. Sigh. Its funny how easy it is to concentrate on the very very less important things in life.

Anyhow, that's that. See you later people!