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Our World of Color

Local Color
by Ben Huberman
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?

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I kept racking my brains on today’s prompt.

Why? It is not a hard one thrown at us bloggers by Ben.

I kept on wondering throughout breakfast which object is dear to my heart. Nothing came to mind — not a glimmer even. In between I forgot the prompt. I am away from my own home.

Back home there are two rooms where I can be found most of the time; one is the kitchen, and the other one is my bedroom.

To find the object I went down memory lane. I decided to visit the kitchen first. Most of the electrical stuff is in white except for the Cooking range, and Microwave. All the crockery sets have their main color white with different designs in color. I have given away so many of my loved pieces that it won’t bother me if they revert to no color.

Nothing came to mind, so now I have entered the bedroom (in memory).

Hurrah! I have found it. It’s my patchwork bedcover. Over the years, I have bought various bedcovers, but this one is my favorite.

Occasionally when I want a change, I put a different one over my bed. After a day or so, I yearn for my favorite one, and I go back to using it again. So definitely this is one object which should retain its color.

Thank God this is only a prompt, and not a real threat to our world of color.


Giving A Sign

Back in the nineties I made a small wall hanging from Needlework and Crafts. One one side I made balloons with patchwork and embroidery. They were multi colored. On this side I embroidered the words, “I Am Happy.” On the other side rain was falling. I embroidered the words, “I Am Sad.” After completing it I hanged it in my kitchen. When I was in a good mood I displayed the “I Am Happy” sign, but when my husband quarreled with me I displayed the rain side.

When he would see the sad notice he would try to make amends and sooner or later we would be talking again the quarrel forgotten. That hanging was my announcement to him. Gradually I stopped using it. The “I Am Happy” sign kept on being displayed whether I was happy or not.

One day I realized the “I Am Sad” sign was hanging. I changed it to the other side. While returning to the kitchen I saw it was flipped again. Earlier in the day we had a minor disagreement and I had stopped talking to him. At that moment he entered the kitchen and seeing the hanging in my hands tried to hide his smile. I looked at him and started laughing. He had resorted to using my sign. I gave him a hug, forgiving him.

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