Some days begin with sunshine and a mild breeze, and you know that today is your day. You go about your morning chores with a smile in your heart, and the sunshine trickling in through the window makes you whistle an old favourite while you dress in leisure. You pick some bright dress and take an extra minute to brush your hair. You nod and wave and smile at people around you, while you walk with that slight bounce that comes with a light heart. Work seems to be…

The waves came one after another, ceaselessly. The solitary boat bobbed up and down, now climbing the curving head of a wave, now swooping down in a graceful curve and going up again amidst the froth and spray. The sea was a sleepy green, fading into a gray in the distance that looked like a dull morning after a nagging rain. The boatman rowed his way deeper and deeper into the sleepy sea. Yes, in spite of all those waves, the sea looked…

There were colours all around me. Wherever I looked, I saw them, flitting around, floating leisurely in the soft sunlight, sitting, standing, rolling, reclining in every conceivable posture. It seemed as if the world was one giant palette with colours in all-possible shades splashed around; some in blotches, some in graceful lines, some as a confused mass, and some like a flowing trousseau. I had never seen so much colour together. I wanted to feel them, touch them, hold them, and be one…