Tequila Sunrise Walls and I.

Painted walls after ages yesterday, in my apartment. A therapeutic exercise, I enjoy indulging in, all by myself. The walls and I, with the colour, tequila sunrise; all dancing to the tune of Ol' blue eyes on a hot Wednesday afternoon.

I spoke to the roller and the roller in turn translated to the wall, gently caressing it with love, changing its mood from a refreshing lime to a sizzling orange. The cooler hues of the green now replaced by a hot orange; the subtle made way for the bold. Specks of colour filled the gaps, until the present completely took over the past. Up and down, nonchalantly concealing, what lay beneath, to give it an unblemished face. Like a palimpsest, the wall now stands testimony to the colours it has seen, the places it has been. It speaks of its past realm and lost splendour; narrating what it was, before this metamorphosis began. Before the new took over the old and the passion replaced the cold; of days of yore and happier times galore; of spilt red wines and furniture wounds.

It bears it’ s phases, like a deja-vu from before, when it was pale and knew no joys of colour; like a virgin devoid of flavour; until it’s life was enriched and it’s spaces blessed, with joie-de-vivre. Then the silence fell and the wall became indiscernible, left with nothing but a pack of memoirs. Until yesterday when it was found again and given a new face. All it’ s secret memories erased and washed out, the wall now upholds a new façade and is ready for new beginnings.

The space it holds, renovates into a warm cove; my very own piece of frozen sunset, emanating it’s orange over the Hudson. Like a huge fireplace; that splashes its warmth all over, the wall becomes it’ s own space and beckons radiance. It waits to dwell in the tinkling of glasses, the laughter of faces and the company of voices. To make more memories and store them in it’s head. Until the Tequila Sunrise must make way for change; when there will be another new beginning, another cheerful adieu and it will be time for me to speak to the roller again!