Colours of Nature

Regardless of our age, gender, nationality or race everyone has a favourite colour, or perhaps few colours that are favourite to them. I do not understand the reason why we choose a certain colour over the other. Sometimes I wonder if it is because it is associated with a loving memory. Could it be because of the love for nature? Is it because of how something look and smell? Would there be anyone who do not have a favourite colour? Could it be possible to link things, numbers and sounds with colours? It seems there is an abnormality among humans called Synaesthesia, which makes one actually “see” sounds, numbers, and letters in various different colours. In the book, “A mango-shaped space” its author, Wendy Mass portrayed an amazing description of what it is like to have such a disorder.

I am glad that I do not have such a remarkable experience with colours as Synaesthesia patients. However, it is amazing to know how particular colours play with my own emotions. Sometimes it is the feeling of happiness while other times it is mostly sadness. At times it is relaxing while other times  it is anger, depressions and disgust that prevails.

For me, the shades of green and blue has always been the best colours. The most unforgettable shade of green I found was in an island in Alif Atoll, in a “Nika” tree. It was the most rare and beautiful shade of green and moss I’ve seen so far.  Some varieties of grass also give me a soothing feeling and it is never boring to watch. I cannot really recall when I began to have a fondness for the colour, green. Perhaps it may be that I just ‘wanted’ to like a colour that is not abundant in the vicinity where I grew up.

Now my neighbourhood and beyond is full of abundant trees of all varieties. The greenery all around is a pleasure to watch. A wide variety of palms trees, ferns, heliconias, hibiscus and thousand flower plants are the most common in the environment. It is an interesting diversion to see some of the “coloured plants” which are not green but in other shades grouped together. The beautiful scenery and the forestry fragrance is indeed a blessing to me and it is never a boring sight.

However, the beautiful landscape and its breathtaking view is depressing at times when there is no one around to share the beauty of it. It is even worse to realise that no one is there who actually understand the way you feel and how you admire it. The longing and the pleasure I used to have from shades of green is diminishing, at least for the time being. It is a sad fact that I cannot ignore. My wish list is becoming longer as the days go by. I yearn to go back where I belong. I longed to see the shades of blue as far as I could see. I wish to see the white sandy beaches with its fine grains of sand. I want to feel the breeze with its salty aroma. I wish to be left alone, all by myself in peace with the very basic for my survival.

The concrete jungle with its modern new buildings and the unfinished concrete blocks raising, the so-called ‘parteys’, ‘bangalhys,’ pollution, heavy traffic  and sometimes the unruly island with its new ‘freedom’ suddenly seem a very appealing place to visit. Rather odd feeling I must admit, but when one gets hopeless all the peculiar feelings emerge.