Red Agitation

By Anveeksha Reddy

I hate the colour red. It always made sure to stick into my memories that it's symbolics were absent in my life. It made sure to dim the flame of my burning nirvana, crushing my hopes of ever finding a love so crimson, it resembled the blood coursing through my veins and flowing into my heart. I yearned for that passionate love, always leaving place for my nerve wrecking vehemence to sit into that empty space, crushing my heart when it accepts the fact that the scarlet warmth I crave for so desperately is void and will always remain so. That seemed to put me into denial, refusing myself to believe that the love that I desired to fill my entire being with its bright red hue, was awaiting to be the bane of my existence. This was not the reason I resented the colour red, I have a knack for detesting something that I knew would never want to find its way into myself.

By Anveeksha Reddy