It was January when we landed in this new country. The airport was huge and seemed empty. Outside it looked grey and gloomy . As we drove home , the greyness persisted . The landscape was flat with barren, spindly trees waving a feeble welcome with their toothpick like branches . It was so cold so cold and windy.
The once pristine snow had already lost it’s cheer of the festive season. It would continue to absorb dust and fumes till the next snowfall covered the grey with a fresh white blanket.
I hoped , the sight of colors in the city would cheer me . Unfortunately the greyness grew and even turned a couple of values ( in an artist’s vernacular) or shades darker . There were people scurrying around rushing in and out of buildings –all of them in black .
I felt I was in a black and white movie and the director was an expert in Chiaroscuro , who had some how tripped in his depiction of the light
To diffuse my gloom I walked the neighborhoods , looked into shops and felt terribly homesick .
The shops festooned with stale Christmas decorations and Large SALE banners did not tempt---till something caught my eye in a shop selling coats . This thing seemed so alien and lost in this shop of blues, browns and blacks . It seemed to cry out to me ---save me from all this darkness . I had to save it –I could not let it drown –it was the only bright color I had see in the whole month . It was the Pink Raincoat . It cheered me and restored hope .It made me smile
It has been many years now and I identify with my Pink Raincoat . I wear it in Spring , and when ever I need to . It hangs in my wardrobe where I can see it and it never fails to lift my spirits . It is big for me , so there is lots of room inside it , but then with the sleeves rolled up , it is fine –. I can never get hit by car during a heavy shower –even a half blind can see me from far. In a sea of dark grey the pink stands out .
People may laugh at me-- ,at my choice of color ---but at least the sight of me in the bright pink raincoat makes them smile ……. and reduces the greyness in their lives a little .........