Someone once asked me, “how would you describe the color of the sky if you were not allowed to use the words blue, cloudy, white, black and grey?’
I thought for a while and then I picked up a pen and a paper, and this is what I came up with.
You can find everything up there if you look for it. Grass not green and the flowers not purple, mountains not brown and rusty not a pebble. You see everything in the color of purity when it’s morning and you see everything magically colorful as the sun sets. When the night rises you fall in love with the shimmery dreams twinkling on the immensely wide canvas. The broken, the lost, the forgotten, the lovers, the poets, the over-thinkers and many others who believe in magic, look up at the vastness with hope and paint their dreams.
So, if you ask me what is the color of the sky? I would say it is colorless. And every tint, tone or shade you see there is purely of dreams, wishes, hopes, and imaginations.
-Kulsoom Abid
Thank you for reading.
