Maya sat on her bed and just stared at Boo, her little black kitten that never seemed to want to leave her bedroom. Did he feel safe there too? Maya glanced at her four walls. She had painted her cupboards a warm shade of orange during high school which warmed the wooden floors all the more. When she had moved home from university just last year she had put up orange and red curtains. Her room was the kind of place people went to when they needed peace and quiet time and sometimes comfort too, but for her, quiet time was comfort enough. It was as good as sitting in a glowing flame, surrounded by God and all his choirs of angels, for she had religious bits and pieces, prayers, symbols and intruments scattered all over her room. It was the perfect escape, the perfect surreal realm for her walls were accented, defined and accompanied by all sorts of fae and mystical settings and objects here, there and everywhere. Here room was art in itself cor she has painted her essence across it every now end then, adding to the picture, creating the story, one outburst at a time. When she needed space for mytrial things, she found a way, every need was a new art project and each creation was detailed down to the T. It was her space. Her gallery, her life, essence and very legacy. The music she made in her room was oh so very different to any music she made anywhere else. Her world was her world when she got to be alone. Her drawings blossomed the strangest most beautiful detail almost as if he most inner core of her mind had externalised.
She stared at Boo again. She was amazed at how affectionate this little bundle was. Almost as if he was the perfect touch to the Serenity room. When you needed sweet bliss, there were his tiny attentive eyes jumping towards you the minute you entered. He was ready to give you all the love in the world at any given moment. How divine that a little creature could possess such God given angelic qualities, and with complete ignorance of the world going on around it… Unaware and innocent. How refreshing, Maya thought.
These days, Maya felt as if she was constantly walking through a thick fog. Each moment was a surprise and she took it as it came. Everytime she gained an insight on her families thoughts, it was a fresh surprise. Every time she taught children, the experience was something new, for children were unpredictable- obedient one day, wild animals the next. Her own reactions to every moment were a fresh surprise to her. Maya’s attitude and tact changed by the day, her own knowledge she chose to tap into, changed by the day. Consistency was quite the rare occurrence, but it made life interesting. Life felt weird. Always… strange… hazy and yet, in a way, she prefferred it that way. It was like constantly being surrounded by a multi coloured mist, she could never see through it, but there was always something significant and divine to look at. As she drifted throuh the haze, surrounded by her warm comforts, looking within was done with ease, especially since it was her daily habit. Almost like a nervous twitch one had in the company of others. The beauty of what lay within, never ceased to amaze her on reflection. Now that was a rainbow worth living off.
Boo was now licking her hand as if to get her attention, bring her back to Earth and pull her out of the rainbow haze. Maya took a quick glance around her room again. Wow… she thought …how beautiful my world is when the rainbow from within becomes the rainbow, sea and forest without*