Colour vision.

This aritcle is dedicated to all the members of the homosexual community, to those who understand that You and I are the same.

She sighed as the moonlight fell upon her face. The stars in the sky seemed to be glowering down at her, in all their glaring luminescence. Even they seemed to think she was wrong. Painfully conscious of the disapproving looks she was getting from the twinkling lights in the sky, she tossed in her bed. Turning away from the window, she looked at the blank white wall on the other side of her bed. At least there, there was peace. There was calm and clarity. She yearned for this sense of calmness; she yearned for white when her head was no better than a jumble yard sale exhibit.  According to her, her head was a multicoloured jumble, an unsolvable puzzle. Slowly, she raised her hand and began tracing shapes on the cold wall. She traced a heart that she almost instantaneously rubbed out. The mere action of drawing that shape seemed wrong. Sighing she asked herself, what can I do? She was all but made this way.

She liked to watch the Girl at school. She loved to watch the Girl laugh and on several occasions, she found herself smiling at the way Her long hair fell over Her shoulders. There were times when she simply could not look away from the Girl; those warm chocolate coloured eyes and baby pink lips kept her transfixed.She had watched the Girl for so long, with a fondness unlike any other that it had taken her but a while to realize this was love.

Shuddering now, she turned in bed once again; attempting to push away any thoughts of the Girl. It was wrong, wasn't it? These thoughts- they were abnormal, weren't they? What would Mother and Father say? Their perfect child had gone to the dogs. The Others had told her that it had to be kept a thing of fiction. It was wrong, abnormal, unnatural and even perverse. They must be right, she thought. How could a girl love another girl? Herein, Problem presented his pompous self to her. She did love the Girl. She couldn't stop thinking about her, couldn't stop noticing the curve of her lips and the sway of her hips as she walked by her everyday in school. She couldn't help feeling like a thousand butterflies were fluttering around in her stomach and her face had been lit on fire. She could feel herself positively glowing at times.Why couldn't she see things the way the Others could?

The Others saw everything clearly, they saw things in black and white. Things were either wrong or right, bad or good, acceptable or not acceptable. She, on the other hand, saw things in colour vision. Things were red at times, blue more often and green too. Sometimes, they were mixed. This world and her heart had joined hands to provide her with room for limitless possibilities but that which the world bestowed upon her so generously, was snatched up in a single swoop by what we call Society. She was wrong and she would have to accept it. Her heart was a sinner, the World was a magician- showing her things that would never be possible.They made her disbelieve everything the Others said; and continue to look at life in colour vision- to love in colour vision. But belief and disbelief were a thing of Silence, in her society. She was wrong and if she wanted to continue sinning by simply dreaming; she would have to take the hand Silence extended out to her and faithfully follow him down the road he walked. She had no choice.

 They didn't understand she thought to herself. Man fears what he does not know and understand and blindly, he condemns it. He doesn't realize that he and his neighbour are one and the same, the love they feel are one and the same- irrespective of who they feel it for. Maybe she was right after all. Sighing resolutely, she finally closed her eyes and prayed that Silence envelop her in his quiet warmth. It was time to dream in colour vision once again.