An orange coloured sky.


Now I remember the first time I had come across the phrase ‘orange coloured sky’. It was during the French movie, ‘amelie from monmartre’. Amelia was cutting and pasting together some old love letters for her neighbour. It was a love letter from her neighbours old flame, a sailor who went out to sea and never came back. Something about hoping to see each other beneath an orange coloured sky.


It was, very simply put, lovely.


Lately, this phrase has been popping up in my life abruptly and taken me by surprise. Two boys, one dark and brooding, another, light and fair, and their love for an orange coloured sky.


It started when, in early part of this year, I think, a boy asked me if I had ever see the orange red shade of colour the sky was like sometimes late in school.


I wonder what an orange coloured sky surrounding school would be like. Personally I would think an orange coloured sky is too overhyped and extremely perculiar. But since it was this boy, since it was him, I thought about it. Again. And again. I imagined it in my head, the orange-red shade of the sky, and the silence settling around the school, and the boy’s rare smile. And that is the imagery I saw.


I ve never really stayed in school much enough to enjoy it. Even less so this year, since this year, school has mostly been somewhat of a torturous thing for me. For reasons I decline to reveal, but im almost sure some people are clearly aware of. But thats not important. I guess I never bothered to appreciate the loveliness of things around me much.


Till that day I walked from the 157 bus stop across a bit of turn-flyover road under the bridge to the bus stop very near my house. It was wonderful. That piece of colour in the sky looked too perfect to be real. But imperfect in a certain dodgy way, as if to show that it was special and different from the rest. Anti-stereotype! And the shade of clear, melting blue. I ve never been a particularly big fan of blue, but I was, really, mesmerized.


And so I told this to another boy I knew. And he told me very cheekily, it was much prettier when the sky was orange coloured and how he loved an orange coloured sky.
And I am almost certain that he would be able to appreciate and love that shade of sky more than me, since from where he stays, he has an exceptionally wonderful view of the clear sky. What I get, from here, is some HDB flats. And maybe, if im lucky, a few odd-looking clouds. Once I saw a cloud in the shape of a heart. I immediately took it down.


But I gave it to qiu han as a part of her birthday present.:) my true love. Alas.
I had this bit of luck to see a heart shaped cloud, but a lot more luck came to me, I realized, when I made it to cedar and met her. and so I gave it to her. and I hope, someday, she will find her true love.


Maybe after I post this post, which will be much, much later than the time I am typing it,these two boys would no longer be a part of my life. And me, in theirs. But they left a mark in my memory, and this post is for them.


For you, always. :)