Spaces in togetherness

'Why do two colours, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? No...'

Jan 7: Cannot recall the person who said something along the lines of there being only 3 colours, 10 digits and 7 notes. What matters is the way we use them, put them together or hold them apart. My life moves around colours...or colours move through my life...either way. So when there are joys, I picture big bold splashes of unadulterated red, yellow, blue...a sad day adds a tinge of black and grey...a big loss brings white to the picture, fading the existing brightness...coming to think of it, a big gain is white as well, dulling the blacks and greys present.

Any way, the point is that colours, just like our lives, move together...in groups, arms entwined, softly humming and producing myriad notes. When I wear the set of bangles I've photographed here, I notice the way no two bangles in it share a hue. Yet when I wear them, it's like the difference doesn't matter...they make the carefree, unpredictable, happily disunited, proud sounds as they sway up and down with the movement of my hand...a stray one casually throws its arms over the next one's shoulder while my hand is doing nothing as such, followed by a short quick laughter shared over an inside joke...

Much as we claim we find ourselves completely reflected in our partners or friends, aren't we all restlessly burning with the need to stay distinct?