Scarlet Secrets

For sure, the world is not black and white. The earth colours attract me with their multiple shades of green, brown, blue and all the beautiful hues that are created when these are intertwined. It is almost as if we are watching a concert where colours, their partners, their groups get on and off the stage. Sometimes they hug and melt into each other, sometimes they fight and create a cloud of ruckus, yet the colour palette of nature never seems disturbed.

And then there are the sudden Eureka moments which allow you to see beyond what is apparent to the eye. The vein that runs through and through all existence and is covered with layers of earth and sky. It is the energy that fires existence and keeps the earth rotating. The throbbing RED.

When you see the blood moon rise in the dark of the night, you realise that peace and passion are not opposites. From somewhere deep within the earth, the blood moon rises breaking through the shackles of earth and sky. Doesn’t this same passion exist in the red, hot revolt of a youth against the current times and the world at large. Only when the moon slowly matures, does the red change gradually to a peaceful white.

The innocent Poinsettia which has green leaves through the year, suddenly sprouts red, leafy flowers in spirit with the Christmas feel and flavour. Red is a colour of sacrifice, but can it also be a colour of forgiveness? Or is it a reminder that life is short and you must live it as vibrantly as you can!

Remember, Lady Macbeth who could not wash the blood off her hands? Well, if you so much as touch the tiny red, hot chillies of Darjeeling known as Dalle, you must make it a point to wash and wash your hands as well as you can. Or else, your eyes will tear up and you will be reminded of every evil deed you have ever done. Judgement Day will descend on you then and there.

In the midst of such contemplation, the tale found solace in the red and ready ladybugs, tiny creatures resembling bits of hope. With every gentle landing on one's palm, they demand attention, becoming carriers of a message – hope, the eternal flame that should never be extinguished. Taking a moment to watch these brightly coloured insects becomes a balm, relieving the observer of stress, proving that such moments are far from a waste of time.

I, for one, don’t have the courage to wear that vibrant red lipstick, paint my nails bright red or for that matter, wear red vermillion. Yet, as I drink my cup of Dorje Hibiscus Tea, I am reminded of my love for red ink and the power it wields.

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