This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 42; the forty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “COLOR”
Bombay was one place my mind always fluttered to. Over the last few years when little had been done to bring peace to my soul, I often thought about the times spent there. My mother was a troubled human being, more on my account though. Last I saw her was when I was sixteen, I never returned home after that. What had she said which angered me so much? After sixty years I don’t even remember. But I do remember her face when I walked out of the house. It was a look of relief.
“Man you walk like an India, forever slouching. The colonialism is in your blood it seems,” he would joke.
And then one day he walked in wearing a suit and a tie, “I am going to get a job tonight.” His words filled me with hope and determination. I felt infused with a sense of purpose. I quickly walked by and saluted him as a way of paying him homage.
He died a day later when his father was sent to jail for his murder. A white man had killed him in broad daylight and the entire company of men there had vouched for his alibi. When we said men back then it meant white.
Color. It mattered to us. It mattered to those who had it and more importantly to those who didn’t.
Angelo’s death should have thwarted my attempts to live a normal life. But it didn’t It infused me a strange sense of revenge. And it was in that revenge that I decided to become a lawyer. I started my career as a young apprentice and reached the highest rings of the court of justice. I had a purpose now, I knew what I wanted to achieve. I wanted to defeat color. I wanted to make the world a part of a spectrum where black and white were no longer different.
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And now I return to Bombay. I return to my world. Last night my son finally put the man who killed Angelo behind bars. He was eighty years old and had a lot of cash to pay to us. But justice has no color or greed. His imprisonment was the end of my own journey in here. Perhaps my homeland will now welcome me as a lost soul who brought redemption to it midway in life.
I will rest in the same house where my mother shielded me from my vices. Where she bid me goodbye with hope in her heart and dreams in her eyes. I am feel colored with emotions and yet happy to be bathed in equality.
Racism of all kinds have plagued the world all over. Its seeds have been sown by perpetrators of justice and humanity. Today things have evolved immensely and yet we find a few of us becoming victims of the age old evil. Each time I hear the word color I can only think of this. Here’s hoping we become a more liberated and united world, full of colors and appreciative of each.
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I am again attempting to blog a live story in here. If you are interested then read it. Its first part is How strange it seemed in that moment- Part 1
And through this you can navigate to the rest. Happy reading!
Interesting…When I read the prompt, I never realized that color could be related to racism.
So different and well put
Very absorbing story!!
Kept me hooked till the end.. 🙂
A different take on the theme Richa. Racism. Angelo must be happy now as he got the justice. Keep writing for BAT.
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You have a way with the words. I love the way you narrate. 🙂
I had read the story yesterday only but I had to log out for some reason so couldn’t comment then. 🙂 Thus, I am here today. 🙂
just when u think this racism is all but over, u hear new stories everyday and it makes u wonder whether u have really moved forward…. nice take on the prompt Richa!
Yeah. Racism can raise its ugly head for sure. It’s a different take to the theme, and I liked reading it. A little confusing sometimes, but it works I guess.
Racism is still an issue, even today. It is sad. After all, people are people plain and simple.
a great take on the prompt … and a very gripping story … you are the fiction queen and you are getting better by every story
Strong and sensitive take on the subject. Racism will die slowly but surely. That’s what I hope too.
I have downloaded your novella and gonna read it.
You may want to read this: http://penningdownthemind.blogspot.in/p/blog-page.html
A short story I wrote on my blog.
Hoping to interact with you more.
Good luck. Keep writing.
Colour…Racism…Why didn’t i think of this?
All the best for BAT 42
here’s my entry
CRD – HOLY WAR
A unique take on the topic Richa Ji. I never thought of the association between color and racism. I do hope the world in future is “a part of a spectrum where black and white were no longer different”. I absolutely loved this line.
Thank you for such an intriguing post.
All the best for BAT 🙂
Very sensitively written . Behind all the poetry of colors , there exists the ugly world of racism isn’t it ?