Daily prompt :
Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?
Wearing large, dark sunglasses that covered half her face in the summer night, Lisa cautiously pattered across the road; her ever-searching cane scanning her path for potential obstacles. She nearly jumped as someone hurriedly brushed past her from the back. Being blind in a sighted albeit unseeing world was difficult at times. But she wasn’t complaining, there were many a times when the world around her had shown gentle warmth, its love and capacity for compassion. There were times when she had wanted to cross the road – that was probably the most difficult thing to do, and almost every time there was someone who would stop by and offer to help her out. No, it wasn’t the hardship of being blind that pulled her down, in fact she saw it as a challenge – one that she was well on her way to conquering!
She worked hard and was able to manage her way around her flat without a cane – anyone who saw her there, would never believe her lack of sight! But her lack of sight want all bane. It was because of her sightlessness that her sense of taste had heightened, and boy could she cook! She was so adept at art that one of the best restaurants in town had recently offered her a job in their kitchen (they also did their bit to make it hand-friendly for her)! Despite all these achievements, she always wished she could have a dog. Although, she could navigate the streets and the universe was generously kind, she wanted to be independent. That’s how she had always been and the fact that she had to constantly depend on others was what nagged her the most.
Maybe, with the new job I can get myself some lovable company, she thought. As she had just finished the thought, she found herself at yet another traffic-light. As she waited for the lights to change, she felt a stray drop of wetness hit her face.
Rain! At this time? She mused. Without warning she was covered in a heart warming drizzle. As the smell of the wet earth rose against the dissipating summer heat , she felt a happy swell in her chest – she wanted to dance. Slowly and gently , filled with the joy of living, her feet tapped to the rhythmic music of the pitter-patter.
“Help!” Someone screamed , ” this rain is washing away the colour from the world !!” Chaos ensued. People screaming, tripping, scrambled for cover as the showering waves became stronger. But Lisa, unfaltering, continued to dance to the rhythm of nature’s music – for the colours were all in her mind!