Feeling blue

It's a tired day at work.

The computer screen stares at me.

The colleagues are chattering away sweet IT nothings into speaker phones.

They are talking about tables and windows, bugs and viruses, lobsters and gloves.

But I am not aware of any of this. My mind is just humming a boring tune, its buzzing like the millions of mosquitoes in a humid, tropical forest. My body itches, the wool from my blue sweater is biting onto my skin. As I scratch where it itches, it hits me - I am also feeling blue. I dunno why, but I guess in the morning when I was picking up clothes to wear, the situation my mind was in directed me towards what clothes to pick up.

I put up my status on Google talk as 'Feeling Blue'

That initiates this conversation between my friend K & I


K: is blue good?

I: well - i like the color blue, and i like the reference the color makes to movies which depict eroticism, but when I feel blue, I feel low, I feel lost, I feel rudderless...
I feel like there is no purpose to my life

K: hmmmm
blue.. is universal..

I: so are all other colors

K: how about red?
it is true.. about blue/green

I: Red - that's the color of vive, of life, of blood, of death
it's a color of extremes

K: yellow?

I: the sunflowers, the mustard fields, the sunlight, the light generated from bulbs

K: it is mostly associated with light.. and is too bright to handle..

I: but when shaded correctly, it also can be associated with the romanticism of the setting sun, when mild rays of the sun filtering through the grey clouds, it seems like neither night nor day but rather that feeble compromise which fills one with a sense of long-forgotten things and presents the time when vague yearnings and regrets begin to fill up your soul.

K: thats the shade of orange in yellow

I: yep and somewhat pink and mild red too - its like a collage of colors

K: how about black?

I: Thats the color of all of our dark secrets, our most intimate deep selves which no one else is aware of - just like Dr Jekyll has a Mr Hyde hidden in him and Robert Nates has his dead mom hidden in him

K: anything on the other spectrum for black?

I: hmm - like?

K: black.. is all hidden
but still.. i love black.. esp to wear

I: ya - exactly - just like a suspicious mind always looks on the black side of things.
And also just like you said, it is also the color associated with high society, high fashion, with the runways of Paris and Milan

But do not forget
it is also associated with the dirt and grime of the slums of Mumbai

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I did not realise that the little conversation had proved to be my purpose that needed to pull me out of feeling blue for the day.

K disappeared.

Maybe the tables and the windows, the bugs and the viruses, the lobsters and the gloves were all calling up to him.

And there - my sweater began to itch my skin again!