Funny how I bump into reading about this essay, commenting on the colour purple, after reading about Jamuns in your IG post. Please do NOT tone down your excitement. Why would you ever doubt posting this essay?! Its poetry :) Loved the visuals too :)) Oh and I sooo get the sexiness of the orange highlighter too :p Your Pears comment reminded me of my mom's trust in the brand. I remember them branching into the light translucent mint green option (or was it blue?!). That's when I started loving them more :)
Such a delightful essay, gesturing beautifully towards so many associations, giving body to nebulous joys; while reading it I thought of many things... How colour is my favourite thing about the sense of sight; how Bhakti poetry and falling in any kind of love is so much about taking on the lover's colours; how the nine rasas have a colour ascribed to each. I thought of how while painting again with my kid I relearnt that mauve and maroon have the same parent colours, just more of one and less of the other (I often think of red as a woman and blue as male, so maybe we're all in the spectrum between mauve and maroon?) I thought of my wardrobe, and how I often spot during a particular phase of life that it's turning into one particular colour; I force myself to break the inertia by making it look more like a rainbow. I've recently realised that rainbow is my favourite colour, because it's also my idea of dynamic balance, like a ragamala made of just seven notes 🌈
Funny how I bump into reading about this essay, commenting on the colour purple, after reading about Jamuns in your IG post. Please do NOT tone down your excitement. Why would you ever doubt posting this essay?! Its poetry :) Loved the visuals too :)) Oh and I sooo get the sexiness of the orange highlighter too :p Your Pears comment reminded me of my mom's trust in the brand. I remember them branching into the light translucent mint green option (or was it blue?!). That's when I started loving them more :)
As Sawai Gandharva said, Ek Raag ayega, toh anek aayenge". In your case, it should be ek rang :-)
Such a delightful essay, gesturing beautifully towards so many associations, giving body to nebulous joys; while reading it I thought of many things... How colour is my favourite thing about the sense of sight; how Bhakti poetry and falling in any kind of love is so much about taking on the lover's colours; how the nine rasas have a colour ascribed to each. I thought of how while painting again with my kid I relearnt that mauve and maroon have the same parent colours, just more of one and less of the other (I often think of red as a woman and blue as male, so maybe we're all in the spectrum between mauve and maroon?) I thought of my wardrobe, and how I often spot during a particular phase of life that it's turning into one particular colour; I force myself to break the inertia by making it look more like a rainbow. I've recently realised that rainbow is my favourite colour, because it's also my idea of dynamic balance, like a ragamala made of just seven notes 🌈