Gold and color
embraced each other like old friends,
content and confident.
“We’re glad you’ve come”
they said to me.
Bangles danced on wrists
and ornate fabrics draped themselves
over bodies filled with anticipation and oxygen.
I looked around,
white girl in a room full of color,
and I felt at home.
At home in the Middle East
with the sand in the streets
and blackened corn on the grill
of the corner store
selling fanta and halva
and pink pickled onions.
Childhood memories that won’t fade,
a heart pre-programmed to love,
an imagination always ready for adventure,
for travel. That’s me.
Today I went to India and Africa.
Engulfed in the warmth of a dear friend’s home,
soaking up the culture that swirled around me,
marvelling at the speed with which
the sweet girl was colouring my skin with henna,
smiling at the proud stance of the groom’s father,
gazing wondrously at the table piled
high with samosas and sweets.
These two should get married every weekend
I thought to myself while giggling.
Thank you Tina and Kupa
for inviting me into your fantastically coloured world.