Hue.

Hue.
How tenuous?

Like the shade, tone & texture of the sky. The hue-play with the clouds and colors against a blanket of air and nothingness. So subtle that it exists effortlessly. So subtle that it vanishes effortlessly. So subtle that I can not hold it in my hand and smother it with admiration.

Hue, in character, smile, pain, melancholy, laughter and anger.
In depths and heights, in minuscule and monstrous.
There is hue in us. In the voice in my head that reads as I type. The Hue exists in all probable physical and mental experience ever possible.

A quick smile, unnoticed by else, felt largely by the self is a Hue.
The wings flattering in air, as it soars high, is a Hue.
The iris contracting as light vanishes the dark, is a Hue.
An obvious moment meeting uncertainty, is a Hue.
How amazing is a word, that can be found in everything we know of? A Hue too, right?

An offbeat winter evening. The everyday ritual of seeing off birds fly back home was yet to unfold. I thought, the color-play wouldn't be prominent on a cold, winter evening. However, a few minutes later, what I witnessed was the most amazing color-play in the sky that I had ever seen.
A crimson orange that turned intense second after second, if this wasn't enough to stun me, the colors blended into a soft pink, calming the intense, followed by the ever so amiable blue. The rebellious blue fighting pink and orange against the dimming sky light. How disappointed was I that nobody else in my surrounding was able to witness what I did. How tragic is it to miss something as beautiful as that? A marvel so effortless that was a gift. Unattended by most.

Or maybe, a precious moment gift wrapped in winter, just for me.
For the love of uncertainty and surprises.
Yet again, a hue. :)

 © Deekshita Srinivas 
  ( overwhelmed by what I wrote two years ago on this blog and how it clicks to conversations I had today.) 
  21:08 pm. 
  A hue. :)