I'm sitting here with my laptop simply because I want to write. I haven't a topic or idea. But I feel overcome with emotions of every kind. It's hard to pinpoint reasons for them. It could be the plate of paani puri I relished earlier in the evening, or the last few episodes of M*A*S*H I just watched, or my dinner of nutella and banana on toast,or a beautiful movie I watched, or Society that I'm listening to, or loved ones I miss dearly. It's hard to figure whether I'm jovial or solemn. It's an in-between-ness that I find hard to comprehend. Yet, somehow, I feel calm and at peace. A feeling that everything will be all right. That, in turn, makes me wonder if everything is all right presently. When I inspect my surroundings, I realize there's a lot to clear up. (Speaking not just metaphorically.) Isn't life best when uncluttered? I sure think so.

While I was watching MASH earlier, I thought of how wonderful the concept of colour is. The physical phenomena of substances having the ability to reflect every kind of colour but one and the biological phenomena that allows us and other living beings to observe and appreciate them is nothing short of miraculous. We take the magic of colour for granted. Its ability to set a mood, to add meaning to our mundane existence, to define everything it touches, to help us identify ourselves. But over and above all these wonderful things about colour is its best asset- its versatility. Its unparalleled variety that breaks monotony of every kind. I've never met a mood that couldn't be fixed by walking into a room filled with colour. But, again, I speak part metaphorically. People can be colourful. And being associated with colourful people can do for you even more than what literal colour can. Colourful experiences and conversations are what build the treasury of life's memories and paint your dreams and mind.

I'll stop here. Goodnight, minions. Oh how I wish I had some. Little yellow blobs of cuteness bobbing around the house. Better therapy than colour, perhaps.
TaTa For Now.