'The shoes she wore at night'

She had finished the chores for the day. The chapel down the street had a bell that would strike an eerie ten every night..a time when everyone was supposed to sleep. She had never been a good Christian, never attempted to be one either. As she slipped into the bed that night, her hands stroked the beautiful silk of indifference from the covers. It seemed that they never cared who slipped in between them, the shoes..there was a different story there!

She silently moved her toes up and down, relishing the luxurious feel of blood surging from them to her. She had painted the toe nails pink and even though hidden between the covers, she could imagine their shine. She smiled then and wondered what shoes she would wear tonight..She wanted to wear something that complemented the shine.

As she saw herself settle down slowly into sleep, go over and over it like a dog curling in and finding just the right place, she swirled into a haze and saw herself slipping out and look at the haze from far off. Like a snake drawing off its skin and watching it letting go of all the dreams one had imagined. Her dreams were co-loured always.

Today as she wore the shoes that she wore every night, she glanced at her toes and smiled..smiles that only dreamers can see and feel. There was lots of Green and a field full of dragon flies, in a colour that was strangely neither Blue nor Green..they came in different varieties and yet their buzz was always happy. What does a blind woman see that those with eyes don't, she wondered as she looked at herself, hovering around the mass of dreams..lots of colour in hope perhaps? There was no scope for monochrome in this world..the buzz a drone from far off, the only one that life had shown..no other sound was as beautiful.

The buzz ended, and so did the colour, she slipped into herself and her silence, into another morning and darkness...truly, the night is where colour resides?

 © Maitreyee B Chowdhury

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