Blue

Blue is a feeling. It is God’s signature attesting peace. It is the expression of being content. It is the fresh feeling of waking up at dawn to a relaxed day ahead or of falling asleep on the same bed you have for weeks but today, in peace, with all your work complete. Or the soothing murmur of the sea. Or the trickle of the dew drops along the edge of the scaffolding in some quiet city. It evokes the same comfort as the patter of the rain as it hits the thirsty ground, its beat, putting one’s brain immediately at ease or as the sprinkle of drops of fresh water from the stream, relieving the exertion of a long journey. It is the feeling of sipping cold juice on a day of dusty winds and tormentous heat. It is the expression of glee on watching the moon rise from behind the clouds on a dark, misty night. It is the feeling of being complete on meeting your love after several nights of falling asleep to painful languish. It is the comfort of resting your head on your mom’s lap each time or of watching your dad rejoice in the felicity of pride in your feat. It is the joy of having read all the books in your favourite series or having a selfie with the movie character you wish to please. It is the euphoria on reading that one line that expresses your deepest emotion which you never could comprehend how to articulate and weave. It is the tranquilizing silence by the sea. It is the emotion of feeling at one with the mess your life is, sitting on a beach contemplating on a clear night as you watch your friends doze off to sleep. 

It is the triumph of landing a job in the firm of your dreams or owning the thriving business you’ve always wanted to curate or of etching your name in golden letters in this world of mortals’ history for eternity. It is the feeling of finally belonging to someone after having lived for the longest time without a confidant or one to share it all with whilst you weep. It is the feeling of finally having the courage to dive deep into the sea, that of the release from your worries of this everyday spree. It is the joy of enjoying a basic, plain cooked meal sitting on the same old floor with your family after days of eating fairly expensive meals half-heartedly.

It is the equanimity of sitting by a stream, amidst the quiet of the hills, recounting the achievements of your dream-like life or of recollecting your favourite moments spent with the dearest in life. It is the thrill of watching all your efforts finally reap. It is the feeling of realisation that truly, with the blink of an eye, it all will change but God’s really never going to blink. It is the realisation that what did not kill, really made you stronger. It is the satisfaction on finally being healed by time. It is the realisation that miracles are, but really no myth and that indeed the best you’re yet to see. It is the pride on realising that the world recognises your parents by your fame. Blue is, indeed the expression of the feeling of having lived a life with the simplicity of the Dove and the shine of the Sun.