Purple Dyed

She wore white and flinched.
All these years, lavender was her color.

Lavender were the sheer curtains rising and falling with the wind.
The velvety pillow covers on which she rested her head to read.

Her closet had different shades of lavender,
Plum-colored scarves, mauve satin shirt,
Floral lilac dresses, amethyst gems in the rings.
Wine-colored sweaters, regal purple heels.

The sheets on the bed had stains of lavender.
The light shaded rug on the floor was faded in purple.
In a frenzy, she had painted the wall in the corner of her room purple.

The hanging basket in her balcony bloomed with fake mulberries.
On cold days of winter, she sipped hot chocolate from her periwinkle mug,
While a lavender throw lay at her feet.

The streaks on her auburn hair were purple.
Her nails painted purple.

Today, she had to forego the purple crown.
For a white bridal gown.

Time to Move

Somebody knocks on the ceiling. I look up in confusion. I wait for the knock again but there’s only silence.

I say, “Hello?”

Silence.

Then there’s a sudden loud thud on the door. I nearly jump out of my skin almost dropping my glass of milk.

I open the door and see a box of cookies at the doorstep.

I bring it inside and hear a knock on the ceiling again and this time it is accompanied by a voice, “Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”, I ask

“Orange.” says the voice

“Orange who?”, I ask again.

“Orange you glad you’ve a box of cookies to go with that milk!”

Sharing Life

Day 25 Inktober – Buddy

He held her hand and showed her the world through his eyes.

She looked up to him and followed him around.

Sometimes he wouldn’t share his things and make her feel sad.

But he would make up to it by taking her on a bicycle ride.

Together they spent hours building with Lego blocks and playing pranks.

Together they laugh, they play games, they fight, they share stories, and their lives.

Her first buddy – her brother, because friendships always start at home.