Hot Pink. Lime.

wool rovings from The Fiberists

My boss is traveling in India to attend a wedding.

If I close my eyes and think of India, I picture hot pink and lime green. Orange too. Tangerine orange with gossamer shimmers and undertones of violet.

I also picture masses of people, noise, bicycles, dust, unimagined poverty alongside opulent riches.

And heat. Of course, heat.

But all woven through the disparities and contradictions, there is color, color, color. Turquoise buildings, ochre temples, red dirt, smoke, glimmer and sparkle off of shallow pools, deep muddy rivers. And color.

These wool rovings seemed to say India to me this morning as I think of Laurie in that vibrant, difficult world of India, traversing both the beauty and the heartbreak that must appear around every corner.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. kirstenelin
    Nov 08, 2011 @ 09:19:46

    The colors are perfect. I also think of the food and the music. Of course I am thinking of the India thirty years ago, and a lot has changed since then while much has also remained the same. Yet color is the one constant.

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