Cartoon by: Jairus Kristan Samudio
Date Published: November 13, 2024
Time Published: 10:00 AM
Category: Prose
Theme: Bethinking of oneself through the color Pink
"My favorite color is pink."
Common, right? It’s a phrase many women would say. Yet, there’s a richness to this seemingly simple statement that often goes undefined.
It’s just a color, no more.
But then, as I reflect on one person, the color changes. I’d say pink is not just a common hue; it suddenly becomes a part of me. Just as I want to be reminded of that person every day, the color seeps into my thoughts—her.
A message flickered to life on my phone: "Hello. Are you looking for a pianist?"
A ripple of surprise washed over me—we were, in fact, looking for a pianist for the band at that very moment. And there she was.
In the band, I found my place as the bassist, while she flowed across the keys as the pianist. Then, when I finally laid eyes on her, the thought of her presence unfurled a hue—pink, soft yet striking.
There, we shared a conversation each day.
I find her beautifully created by the greatest gods above, born on a day when the world needed her light—the 9th of November. Shene was her name, supposedly "Shane."
We're complete opposites, but that doesn't matter; we don’t have to be similar for this to work, right?
She’s a prattler, while I tend to keep my thoughts to myself. She's also an extrovert at heart, while I find solace in my own quiet space. She stands out with her cameras clicking, while I, as a writer, mimic my own distinct path.
I asked her what her favorite color was, and without a moment's pause, she replied, "Pink." It was no surprise, really; every corner of her world seemed to echo that hue, just as she would mention Lana Del Rey as her go-to artist, or perhaps, murmur the words "so coquette"—that being pink is her anthem.
Pink is often labeled as a typical girl’s color, but she defies such simplifications. I was drawn to her, despite the contrasts. It's as instinctive as my gaze turning towards the moon. I wanted to get to know her, so I did, and until now, I will, for I have to. Who she is to me is who I want to be for her.
In her presence, pink is more than just a color. In light of my existence, I'd say pink is not just her favorite color; it's just as I linger on the thought of being held by her, I can't help but steal a glimpse of her. ClichΓ© as it may be, that color reminds me that love can be found in the simplest ways. So, whenever I seek to be reminded of her, I will always make myself drawn to her essence—Shene's favorite color, pink.
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