CREATIVITY | LIFE | INSPIRATION
Therapeutic Qualities of Colors*
If life is not colorful then make it
She took a deep breath and put the call through to ZH publication head Alia Akhtar. Delightful shrill hiya made her a little confident, and then there was a long conversation about the deadline approaching fast.
Alia prodded her a little further, “How’re you going to deal with the repercussions of this bombshell announcement?”
She calmly stated, “The secret is out now in the open, and it’s so liberating. I never had a muse; it was me the whole time. I don’t care about the consequences now.”
“Good to see you in this mood.” Alia cut in sharply.
“It’s time for me to lift the curtain of the creative process. I don’t want to keep adding fuel to the fire and want to end this drama about my muse.” She sighed and wiped the sweat on her forehead.
“As long as you’re one hundred percent sure. My publication house would publish your memoir without a single cut.” Alia reassured her.
“Great. Then, I’ll send the final drat now. I’ve nothing else to add or subtract from the manuscript.” She wrapped up the conversation.
“All right, then. My team will be working on it as you send it to us. Bye for now.” Alia ended the call.
She clicked open the MacBook to send the edited manuscript to Alia’s email. For some seconds, the feeling of relief turned into a strange excitement as if the work she had assigned herself was finally done. Her journey with the secret had reached its destination when she clicked send. Nothing is left to be done.
Epilogue: Anu Agarwal’s memoir topped the best sellers list before the publication date, and the reason was an excerpt given below that’s a candid conversation the author had with herself to come out of trauma. She wanted her readers to know that our inner voice is our best friend, and we can talk to them for assurance, assistance, and acceptance.
Anu’s road to recovery was slow, and during her soul-searching process, the conversations were tough, direct, and impractical.
“When does it stop?”
“Never”.
“Ah. Even the thought is depressing.”
“The good news is one can get used to it.”
“What does it feel like?
“Just an untreated wound but bearable.”
“Isn’t it a miserable existence?”
“Not necessarily. One can learn to co-exist.”
“It would keep us in perpetual unhappiness.”
“Absolutely not. Happiness is a state of mind.”
“What about the aching pain?”
“It stays but can never diminish the level of happiness.”
“Every day by adding an essential emotion?”
“Interesting. What can be added?”
“Gratitude. One should be grateful for the lessons learned through the experience as few lucky ones get the opportunity to live and survive the traumas.”
“Impossible. One is full of anger, resentment, and hatred; where is the place for positivity in a broken heart?”
“True. Not at first. Never estimate the power of a loving heart. The possibilities are endless if we give ourselves a chance to our hearts to process the pain.”
“One example.”
“Easy. Don’t overload the poor thing with negative thoughts.”
“It looks good on paper, however not practical at all.”
“One has to make a choice. Some of us prefer to suffer and complain.”
“It hurts like blazing hell. How can one remain calm?”
“Crying in silence would provide solace whereas sharing with others might enhance the pain.”
“A valid point. “
“Furthermore. We wouldn’t want to satisfy those who might like our hopeless state.”
“Well. It doesn’t matter. They wouldn’t care, anyway.”
“Agreed. Maybe to inspire our future selves or anyone who wants to get inspired.”
“True. One hundred percent.”
“Why should we grieve for bad experiences? Didn’t they make us wiser and smarter? Shouldn’t we be thankful for the break-up of the cycle of trauma.?”
“How can we incorporate the pain in our daily lives? What can be done to remove darkness?”
“Use colors to brighten the space and the surroundings-the; love, joy, and happiness would follow.”
“I don’t know how to use bold colors. Where would they be used?”
“Everywhere. Simple. Surround the environment with so much color that there is no space for darkness, depression, and despair. Colors will usher exuberance, excitement, ebullience, and energy.”
“They’ll bring peace and tranquility and slowly ease the pain.”
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This story is written as an accompanying piece to the poem: Blend: Pain in color to heal. I hope you’ll read my poem and the story. Forever grateful to everyone for your precious time and generous support. Stay blessed, motivated, and live your life to the fullest. ❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏
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