I found this passage in a long
discarded story of mine (obviously because I found too much of me in
it). This is also a tribute to one of first friends I made through
blogs. His blog was titled Kaleidoscope, he has deleted his blog (for
reasons that I cannot fathom), but, still he remains being one of my
best friends and guide (as far as writing goes).
Hey friend, hope you revive your
writing soon by whichever name you like.
Kaleidoscope is the word that
reverberated in her head whenever she was with Rajan. It was not that
she was good with allegories. For her everything was divided into
two: Right-Wrong, Good-Bad, Like-Don’t Like or Love-Hate. Only a
hyphen could fit in between and nothing else. Rajan was someone who
rose above the two clearly divided portions of her mind. As a
kaleidoscope was filled with broken pieces of glass, but would show
colourful and vibrant images with a smooth jingle whichever way it
turned, same way Rajan even with his deformed limbs and contorted
face gave a sense of perfection and serenity to the world around him.
The vibrancy he exuded was infectious, so was his humour.