Swings of a rhapsodic mind

It was during my initial year of graduation when I took notice of this word in the small preety wall bulletin near Mohapatra Sir's cabin. I almost had knocked Sir's cabin, I wanted to know the meaning of the word and I didn't have a smart phone nor an internet connection back then to bring home a world of dot coms. But, I being the hesitant girl I was, I retraced back to class carrying that word in my head. I quietly jotted down the word in the last page of my notebook, it has stayed there till today. I won't tell you the literal meaning for it would miss my context. I would often run to that preety board to see what it held for the day, there would be interesting bits of write ups, fun facts and comic sketches from the students. One mundane day, sir caught me looking intensely at the board and told me the story behind it. I being the story monger, lit up at the idea. Sir, is a world traveller, he has been to remote and distant places. He being the person he is,

I tried to find a color that defines us, I know you would understand why I chose blue! The blue of the mountains and the blue of our pain, Match the blue of the ink when we paint emotions. Remember, you said I don't wear blue enough? That you picture me in blue flowing Kurtis, And I would click my tongue to feign irritation. But, I would rummage through my wardrobe later I never told you, you weren't dreaming I had that blue flowing kurti which I never wore For, I wanted you to keep dreaming. Somedays, you would be drunk to the core And compare me to a lifeless wall, My pain all blue froze in my bones. My tears, all blue, trailed through powdered cheeks. You know, blue found us, When the world was obsessed with black and white. It found me staring at the blue sky And you, at the blue of my dupatta. Remember, you had lost my 'piccachu', Ah, I had next made you one in blue. The tiny red dots of its cheeks fought when I painted But, it was our world