colour blind

The cold and refreshing air greets you and your feet walks on through the everyday routine while your mind gradually exits its hibernation stasis. Your glasses fogs up and you remove them to wipe it clean on your shirt, smiling as you think to yourself how wonderful mornings are. A new slate, a new beginning.

Your feet carries you through those familiar structures, and at every landmark, there seems to be a horde of memories that await impatiently at the back of your mind as they vie for your undisputed attention.

You remember how that place looked like when it was raining, and how it felt as you danced with the rain. The sky looks fine today, you think, looks like the rain will not be visiting you today. Feeling a twinge of nostalgia, you shrug off the cobwebs of memories and continue to your destination.

Your classroom looms in sight and a smile lits up your countenance as you recall a comical incident that involved your good friends. You remember how your friends' eyes widened in surprise when - the captured memory freezes, and the scene fades into monotone, and the monotone blends into black, and black fades into oblivion...

You look at your teacher who is speaking but you don't seem to hear a sound. The marker, the whiteboard, the writing pad are calling out to you as they reassemble to form an image that constantly serves as a reminder, a reminder of...

You sigh. All of a sudden, it seems like someone has just pressed his finger against your spectacles, and the images you see appear blurry, indistinct, and undefined. The chatter quintessential of classrooms seem muted today, and the relative silence never seemed louder.

Your morning euphoria has evaporated and an opportunistic pessimism seize the chance to fill the vacuum. Out of the window to your side, you see the grass patch that spans underneath the clear grey sky, and admire the green sunflowers that sway gently with the wind.

To see the side of issues that favours you and to believe in the shade of truth that you prefer, you think to yourself that perhaps, just perhaps, being colour-blind is not so bad after all.