There was this magnificant scenery by the beach. As the sun was settingm the clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds somehow got dyed with different shades of red, orange, purple and pink. It was the gradient of the colours which brought the warm moods to the start of Choy's birthday party by the beach.
Choy was my pen-pal and that was the first time we were meeting each other. She had never once sent me a hand-written letter, but the simple and touching words she used in every mail were enough to express her sincerity towards our friendship. From on of the letters, she gave me a nickname 'Blue'.
Though there were many guests around, Choy sat silently on one of the beach benches, facing the sea. I went over and sat beside her. The sweet and pleasant smile never went away. "She must be enjoying the awe-inspiring scene," I thought.
"The sky's pretty, don't you agree? The colours are just so mesmerising," I said.
Her smile twitched a little, but she seemed happier than just a couple of seconds ago. As a gush of breeze came, her long silky hair waved with it. She was a perfect match with the surroundings.
" I like sitting by the beach at this time of the day. The breeze is usually calm and the heat is just right," she spoke softly.
I took me quite some time to realise that she said nothing about colours. However, I shared with her that I loved that time of the day by the beach as well, mainly because I could hardly find time to catch such wonderful scenery in a busy city like Singapore. I was not sure why she said that the heat was just right. Maybe she liked the warmth which brought cosiness, but no the scorching unbearable heat which reminded people about the consequences if global warming. Maybe. I did not know.
"Blue, there's something you have to know," she spoke timidly.
Choy told me that I was the closest friend she had and she was afraid to tell me something for she wanted our friendship to last. Choy was blind. Most people she came across would have laughed at her disability and so she feared that I would react the same way.
She wanted me to know that I was very special and dear to her, and that was why she insisted calling me Blue. She had never seen any other colour besides black in her life, or probably she did not even know that she was living a life as though she was staring at a black wall all the time. She heard from people that blue represented calm, protection, peace, security and kinship. She could feel what the colour looked like.
Colours did not affect her life much, for Choy had written poems from her heart and managed to publish them in her own book. To me, Choy was an extraordinary blessing. Not for her disability, but Choy was a girl who had the brightest sight; she saw from her heart, felt from her heart and she was so sensitive towards nature and life.
I grabbed her soft hands and told her," Choy, you shall be Pink, for I see this passionate red in you with the softness of white which never fails to bring care, concern, warmth and love to all around you."
We both held our hands firmly. We knew that our colours of friendship was treasured and would last forever.
7:35 pm;
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know me
littlest of the Pang Family
people call me ChiawMIN or ZhaoMIN
was from Maha Bodhi School