I see and think in colors.
I hear in colors.
When I hear music, my mind conjures up entirely unrelated images.
Most people in my village think it's weird, but I find it interesting.
I suck on my sugarcane, walking around the meadow.
It's much better here. Much more nature, not dried dirt.
Mary meows behind me. I turn around and pet her a bit, then keep on going.
Mary is one of the stray cats in our village. I gave her an English name because she was white.
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Colors
General FictionRadha has synesthesia. She manages to live a normal life in her village. Until a painter arrives. He teaches Radha to how to paint, and gifts her her own painting set. Experimenting with the colors, Radha expresses herself with her art. She soon mak...
