The girl with the red hair

 The girl with the red hair

Red is the warmest of all the colors, i remember when i had read about colors. And just like Marcus zusak described the essence of colors, she was there, like ever, radiating and leaving everything around her so meaningless and selfless, like she had had taken all the life around. Still the liveliness that came out of her self was too less combined.

 It wasn’t always red. And she wasn’t always warm. They could only see the coldness that came out of the lethal looks she had, but no one knew she was naturally so red, more of pink, with shades of orange. And how right it was when she opened her inner expressions through the colors she now wanted to show. They never knew it came out of years of suppression of her gentleness and the calmness that hid beneath those black yet shiny and little messy curls.

 Everything began making sense.

Everything started to have meanings.

 The red seemed maroon at times, and the red seemed crimson the other times, but it was so perfect all the way. Perfect in the sense that reflected her attitude. And her attitude alone would be a different literal epic which warrants hours of hard work just to pen it down.

 Yet the red so much righteously reflecting her attitude. She is something everyone wanted to be and no one could master. She is the gravity of moon that would cause tsunami upon the deep seas of earth. She is the pressure difference that if disturbed would cause a hurricane. She is never to be messed with, only to be wrapped always in a velvety fur and rested in bed of roses, red.

The face she makes, the gestures she has, the expressions that she gives, and the kinds of smiles she shades. It undermines Zuckerburg’s emojis and demands the attention of Cumberbatch.

 And when the red in her hair, matched the red in her luscious lips, it would pause and stop and hurt even the ones who were supposed to be strong, would melt even the ones who were supposed to be cold, would color even the ones who were supposed to be all black and white.

 She was a swan, she was a bird, she was a human, only so colorful, just like her hair, red.