This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 42; the forty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "COLOR"
The rain had almost faded out out. Everyday at this hour, the heavens poured down torrents of water for an hour or so. It helped the crops grow and ripen for the people of The Land of No Color. An old little town it was, where everything was either black or white, or something in between. Home to a number of magicians scattered across, a place where the most impossible wishes came true.
Alladin left home with his stomach grumbling inconsistently. He kicked a black pebble into the murky greyish pond with his charcoal shoes. Everyone was busy hustling and bustling at the old fashioned market. The vendors were calling loudly on customers to buy their ripe grey fruit before it went completely black. Alladin caught an unguarded apple stand and grabbed a light grey one before anyone noticed. Crunch. The inside was stark white.
The only tallest building in The Land of No Color was two stories. Stairs winded up delicately around the building to the sprawling roof. There he went everyday after rain to view the most beautiful miracle of life. The rainbow. As he gazed up it, he saw how different shades melted together to form beautiful hues that didn't exist anywhere else. There was a shade that made him feel calm and cool. He called it blue. And then there was one that caused his heart to beat faster with excitement. That one was red. And then he had named a couple others called green, yellow and purple. Slowly he reached towards it, hoping to touch it somehow.
Whack.
Something had fallen out of the sky and hit him hard on his arm. He looked up to see a raven black falcon gliding past. Something was glistening up at him. He squinted at it. It was a dirty, old lamp. He could see it was beautiful at one time, he rubbed the side with the cuff of his sleeve to bring out the pure white shine. Suddenly he was engulfed in grey smoke. Coughing he tried to get away from the clanging lamp. But he knew the routine. A grey genie suddenly appeared and stood in front of him, high and mighty waiting for his only wish. Alladin had been waiting for this moment since he was a little boy. Since the fortune teller has told him about this moment which would come in his life. Since the first time he had stepped on this roof and seen the miracle only God could create. He pointed towards the sky.
"That. I want that to be always with me wherever I go. Always. "
"Yes master." The genie bowed low.
BOOM. A bright flash of light exploded in his eyes. Then everything blacked out.
Chirp chirp. Aladdin groaned has he pressed the pillow down on his ears to block the white little birdies out. Chirrrp chirrrrrrrrrp chirrrrrrp. He threw a pillow at the white birds to scare them away......wait a minute....white? He jumped out of bed for a closer look. Blue. They were blue. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Blue they were. Slapped himself across the face. Pinched his arm really hard. Still blue.
And the he remembered.
He rushed to the window and drank in the luscious green grass and trees, the bright yellow sunflowers, the magenta wild flowers, the shining yellow sun, the gleaming light blue sky. He took in everything. His skin, it was light brown. His eyes were huge and striking blue. his lips were a soft reddish pink. He had to see more.
Aladdin walked into the hustling bustling market right after the rain. He was astonished at the colors of fruits all around him. Red apples, orange oranges, green grapes, yellow bananas. All fresh with tiny drops of water dripping off them. The Multi colored clothes the natives wore, with brown head scarves. The colored animals that he walked by. white horses, grey donkeys. a couple of brown monkeys running about.
He ran up the stairs to his spot once again and looked up, half expecting to see the blue sky empty except for the white puffs of departing clouds. But she was still there. As magnificent as ever. The beautiful rainbow.
He ran up the stairs to his spot once again and looked up, half expecting to see the blue sky empty except for the white puffs of departing clouds. But she was still there. As magnificent as ever. The beautiful rainbow.
And he had her forever now.
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