‘You draw a red arc like this,’ said Sita, taking Anjali’s index finger in her hand and tracing out the shape on the drawing book, ‘and then inside it you make an orange one, then yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet and Voila! you’ve made a rainbow.’
Anjali tried to dredge out some memory of the colours from the cobwebs of her childhood, when she still had some vision. ‘Violet, Indigo, Red, Blue,… Rainbow,’ she repeated after her friend, wonderingly. She savoured the words on her tongue, like the flavours of a delicious new dish – so very different yet beautiful together.
Smiling, Anjali took out her box of colour pencils and handed them to Sita who picked out the colours for her one by one, as they bent together drawing out the rainbow of their friendship.
Written for the following prompt from Write Tribe