Black or Pink?

Today, I want to wear something that compliments me. I have two options – a sexy black top, and a hot pink top. I thought it would be an easy choice to make. But life has weird ways of making the simplest of things convoluted…and here I am weighing odds between the two. My horoscope for the day urges that I should avoid making big decisions, but I don’t seem to understand how to escape this one. Anyway, these are the odds:

Black:
My all-time favourite.
Classy.
Elegant.
Sophisticated.
Subtle.
Sexy.
Sharp.
Secure.
Dependable.
Irreplaceable.
Matchless.
Makes me feel marvelous about myself. And never lets me down when I need it.

Pink:
My new-found favourite.
Happy.
Cheerful.
Vibrant.
Pulsating.
Effervescent.
Joyful.
Adventurous.
Witty.
Challenging.
Tempting.
Makes me feel like life is worth living. And never lets me be without a smile.

Odds seem to balance don’t they? Why is my mood favouring the Pink? Care to help me in arriving at a decision??

Reasons, he says!

“Give me reasons Nishita…”

“How can you not have reasons?”

He’s exasperated. And now he’s giving up.

“I know this is the way you feel…yes, I get it…but why?”

I think.

There must be a reason.

There must be an answer to the why.

I still think….

He sits and plucks grass.

I love statements.

They convey what I want them to and convey that alone.

They are void.

Of expression and emotion.

They speak in the language I want them to.

They are neutral.

And most importantly, they shield.

That’s why I love them.

And that’s why there are never any reasons.

And probably never will be.

Also…I love the expression on his face when I say…

“There is no reason. I feel that way because I want to feel that way!”

What he doesn’t know is that I spend innumerable evenings with him staring at the sky just looking for the reasons he wants.