The Colours Within

Unsuccessful Trials

"I'm colourblind" I blurted out.

"Oh..." she bit her lip. I knew it! She didn't want to be my friend anymore. I tried to stop my tears from rolling down, and somehow managed to give her a smile, which most probably looked like a grimace.

" I'm sorry! I know you don't want me as your friend anymore.... I don't blame you...Who would want a friend with a disability?" I let out a humourless laugh. "I'll leave you alone...but please, can you not tell Hitler about this. I don't want to lose my job. I will try my best to keep up." I pleaded. I looked up to see her eyebrows furrowed.

" Are you serious? I won't ever leave you! Who cares about colours? The only downside is that you won't be able to help me with my shopping now!" She frowned. Did I mention she is a shopaholic? Well, she is.

" Yes, that sure is a big problem" I commented sarcastically.
"I know right!" She said in a high pitched voice, causing us both to collapse in fits of laughter.

" But seriously! Did you really think I would stop being your friend just because of this? Idiot!"
She shook her head. " In fact, I will help you overcome this. And about Hitler, you really thought that I was gonna tell him about this? What, so he can fire you and you can leave me alone in that hellhole?"

I cracked a small smile at this, I was truly blessed to have such a supportive best friend!
That night we studied about colourblindness, looking for ways to distinguish colours. Rita printed colours of each and every shade, and helped me memorise the shades. I was able to see colours, I just couldn't distinguish between the shades of some, like red, which I mistook as olive green.

We spent the whole night memorising colours, but making very little progress. Frustrated, I threw down the cards and curled up in a ball.