What is Red?

I see thrill in the eyes. I hear people discussing different spots to hangout. Suddenly from the talk of Gaza war, we are wondering about love. From the scenes of dead bodies in Al-Jazeera, we are talking about movies pictured in Cinepax. Baffled……..Oh it’s the Valentine’s Day, that has yet again brought us in the midst of red. Red dress, red lips, red rose, red cards, red hearts, red candies and red balloons. Red continues to be in the air, from the gore red to the joyous red.

Red which stained the concrete, a remnant of a frightened kid who hid behind his mother in vain to shield himself from the air raid. Red, that is proudly worn by a damsel experiencing life. Red was once carcasses, counted and callously overlooked. Red is now endeared and prized. Red was depicting silence and fatality. Red is in the midst of noise and laughter. Red was bleeding profusely. Red is being painted happily. Red was causing tears and wrenched hearts. Red is worn to be envied and appreciated. Red signified the end of life. Red is flaunting life.

This gamut of red shows the stark incoherence among us. How indifferently can we enjoy without our thoughts fleeting on the wretched fraternity across the globe. In this day of love, care and admiration, we are sure to be stripped off Humanity.

This time we are entangled in the different threads of red. While some are mourning red, the others will be celebrating red. The paradox haunts me.