Oh dear friend I can see you. You are mirror of my heart, my reflection, best friend and my companion all time. You sits with me every time I talk to you. And respond to me with colors. When my pen pour all my feelings on you, you sit patiently and take it. All my happiness, empathy, love, anger, tears, romance, lust, everything, everything spills on you. And you respond patiently, using colors. I know your language is color.
With the yellowish-orange you welcome me to day in the morning and with reddish-orange you give comfort in the evening. Then turn to favorite yellowish color in my romantic candle light dinner. You take milky white color when I am at home in the night with my family. Yeah, you even accompany when I am lustful with that naughty blue tint and follow with your blurred face under the LED light.
You are my perfect companion Mr. White Paper..
Oh wait! What I just called you? White paper…? But how can I call you white? You are changing color every time, then how I can confine you to one color. You know me well but weather I know you? I fail you, I’m afraid I don’t know you well. What is your real color?
You takes different color in different light. Which light will give you your true color? Is it my incandescent lamp giving you your true color, or is it my tube light, or the moon or stars or morning sun or the evening sun. I don’t know who can help me….?
Or is it not my failure? He was with me for long time and is with me now also, but still I cannot see how my friend really look like. If I cannot see my close friend well, what kind of eye sight I am having! If I cannot see my close one what I have seen in the world. Is it not the illusion of sight? What I thought I have seen are all just illusions, not actual.
I don’t have a proper sight. I have not seen anything. I am blind. The illusion of vision was created by false light. I was fooled by false lights.
When the true light will come to me? When it enlighten me? I want to see the world, wide and clear…
