PINK

i loved pink all my childhood life and most of my teens.pink was the most beautiful colour ever at the time for me. i had pink clothes,accesories, stationery and toys. it was lovely.
even though i grew up s a lil tomboy and yes i liked everything boy with one girly thing left in me - pink!
it was my go-to colour for everything and i looked and felt great in and around it.

my love for pink was brought to an end by my little cousin who i guess liked me so much that she copied all of me! according to my ever-busy-mind at the time.she did what i did, liked what i liked,ate what i ate, copied my room,clothes, i mean everything...yea..the whole enchilada. at first i had that 'annoyed older sister kinda thing' with her and thought she would outgrow this syndrome. she did not!

she did my pink think and overdid it which made me hate pink to the point where i intentionally didnt want to touch pink things in stores when we went shopping.yea, that bad. my pink and i were painfully torn apart just like that. it was sad.

so what did i do? i wanted to be different and offcourse distinguish myself from the little kids (as it was about that time), so i tried out other colours and tried to make them my favourites.
i ended up sticking to purple for a while. purple was the right amout of bright(girly) and dark(boyish) so it was jus perfect for me. i was still a tomboy, still wore baggy pants,sweatbands(it was soo cool back then),still hung out with the boys,still made toy wirecars and kites and played karate(di-kick).awesome times i tellýa.
yes.back to purple,it was a lovely colour and i was comfortable with it.for some unknown reason my family, especially my sister kept buying me pink things...which i had to give away.bummer!because some of them were really nice.but i did what i had to do,stuck to my guns of the dislike of pink. but my sister kept at it even though i told her,she bought pink everything,stationery accessories,dolls...okay the dolls were fun sometimes but the pink hai!no it wasnt workin out.

by my mid-teens,15-17, i expressly stated to anyone who card to listen how i hated pink. and by expressly stating i mean being dramatic,throwing unexplainable tantrums and slamming doors which i blame all on the uncontrolable,raging and ever so stupid teen hormones.eish!yah neh!

as i went on to discover myself in so many many ways, i realised pink was not so bad after all. a touch of it here and there didnt hurt, but that first love and dependency was gone,never to return,taken away.
see, according to me, my little cousin(well she is all grown up now)even though i think she did not know what she was doing at the time, she took away that pure innocent love i had for pink.she did this with her copycat tendencies and misuse of this pretty pretty colour because of her "lets-copy-juliet"syndrome.
i love my cousin but what she did was just down right wrong. my dear pink you will always be dear to me but i love me some black now! black is me,black is my now my go-to colour,its solid,definate,reliable yet mysterious and so very elegant.again black is me...atleast the elegant and the mysterious part.

well,from pink to purple then landing at black,my journey was eventful and enlightining. and i have since discovered that my little cousin,who is not so little anymore did not have any kind of syndrome...(okay atleast not concerning me)...yes she liked me and i believe still does but the thing was and still is that we are too alike.we share so much in common and kind of think in similar ways.sometimes its annoying but i have accepted that i am so cool and awesome that they decided to make someone like me.

*shout out to naswi.love always :)