For the first time here, I'm going to post My Work.
It is a story. It is long. Take your time to read. Would love to hear what you guys think. I saw ceedy's post today and thought I could put something across too. So it begins.... :)
Ubertur - An insignificant story
Ubertur was an arrogant, self-opinionated, proud girl.
Yet, this story is not about the girl. It is about a loss, a loss of a grand tradition in the life of Colors. YES. Red, blue, white, black, green, pink, rose, yellow, purple, orange, brown and all other million hues and shades that reside in our world lost something wonderful on this tragic day. And it was all because of that arrogant, self-opinionated, proud girl named Ubertur.
Now Ubertur was a color also. The most beautiful color ever made. We don't remember her now because of what is to happen today.
It all started on a dreamy day, which looked deceivingly normal with its usual comings and goings until the sky started getting dark and then darker as the minutes passed by. It was strange. There was no cloud hiding the Sun. It was not the usual light blue turning to dark blue and gray. Instead, the sky started rearranging the shades of blue. Moving dark here and light there. There was no order. The sky was starting to look like a giant-blue-patchy-quilt. There was no graceful movement and merging from light to dark, only absolute disarray of the sky. But you see that was precisely the sign.
Ezegeros' was about to start. Yes. That was what it was called. Ezegeros - the color phenomenon'. Even though this phenomenon will sound strange to us humans, it has been happening for ages. The colors were holding their breath to what was to come next. You see the colors wait a thousand years in the human count for this single day.
By now this shocking sky show had obviously caught the attention of men, animals, birds and all other beings that had cared to look skywards. Those who saw were shocked, scared and confused. Then, they all foolishly waited, perhaps for an explanation. As if nature owed it to them. But then, here again I have to remind you that we are not here to discuss human behavior. We are not to digress from the phenomenon itself! So, absolutely nothing could've prepared them for what happened next.
The sky broke.
The patchy blues started falling from the sky. First, the darker shades and then the lighter ones. They fell like hailstorm and started a swirl like movement in mid-air. A whirlwind like shape with the darker shades at the bottom swirling at top speed and lighter ones joining in. It was most amazing because if one had been audacious enough to stand for a minute and watch, it would have been obvious that the blues' were having fun! They looked absolutely thrilled. There was nothing scary in their movements, they were dancing, swirling, twirling, twisting, jumping andwell, swirling again.
The first whirl of Ezegeros. One day of absolute freedom. The one' day when colors tear themselves from all objects. The only day when Nature shuts her eyes and lets her colors enjoy.
The blues' from the sky, the greens' from the trees, the browns' from the sand and all other zillion odd colors tore themselves from a zillion odd objects and were zooming from all over the world with a kind of impetus fury, either to join a whirl or create their own whirl or simply drift from object to object. Totally meaningless. Absolutely chaotic. The colors were at their creative best. They skipped, hopped and jumped from object to object. They made sure nothing looked the same for more than a minute. By now most objects were colorless or were visible for a minute and were always finding themselves dressed in the oddest of colors. They were overjoyed with the kind of confusion and shock waves they were causing.
But Nature had her responsibilities. She had to make sure that the thinking world kept their sanity. This included men, animals, birds and other unlucky ones thrown in. So She closed their eyes, froze their mind and body and erased their memory as She always did on this particular day. The rest of the world of course was partying, except our girl Ubertur.
In the world known to us, if one used Ubertur while painting, they will find a crystal-like color fill the space. She had the most unique crystalline look. It was so deceiving that when used cunningly she was often mistaken for crystal wears. Ubertur could also be mixed with other colors and they instantly formed crystal green, crystal yellow, crystal red and so on. But of course any color once touched by Ubertur almost never wanted to go back to its original form. She enhanced only the best in them with the kind of crystal strokes and shades only she knew how. A few colors envied her but most were in love. And they loved her with absolute certainty. Her beauty you see surpassed far above her arrogance. She was never known to have joined the Ezegeros party. The proud maiden felt it was beneath her to join the crowd.
Ubertur as stately as ever started drifting in a kind of slow rhythm as if a melody was engaging her ears only. She saw the crowd getting bigger in every whirl. World was becoming colorless once again. She couldn't fathom the crowd's excitement. After all, it wasn't the first time Ezegeros' was happening. The same old tricks everywhere, the crowd was getting sillier by the minute as, they were running out of ideas to amuse themselves.
She could never bring herself to join them'. This time she had ideas of her own. Ubertur had decided to deceive Nature. Yes. She'd leave. It was time she traveled beyond the boundaries of Earth. Forbidden or not. She wanted to see newer things, experience newer objects and see for herself if she stirred the kind of response in a foreign ground, a different universe or perhaps in an alien medium as she did here. As these ideas started to take form, an unfamiliar fluttery feeling caught her. It felt like as if a million bubbles were rising in her stomach waiting to erupt any moment. She found it hard to contain herself. She almost shouted her plans aloud. After this difficult moment passed by, she concluded that this journey was meant for her. And only her. Just like her flurry of thoughts all her crystal colors from around the world started zooming into her whirl. She was summoning them for a grand entry into the new world. As her whirl grew bigger, all other whirls, big, small, tiny stood absolutely still watching her dance, twirl, twist, swirl. It flipped the heart of every single color watching this butterfly dance. So graceful, so unique, almost mystical. After this unbeatable performance she rose up in the air, touched the empty sky, all the layers that came after and poof! vanished into nothingness. Just like that. Never to be seen again.
It must've been the 1055th Ezegeros had the tradition continued. But without the return of Ubertur, Nature forbid Ezegeros from ever happening again. The colors had begged, gotten angry, grown pathetic arguing that it isn't their fault that she fled. But Nature was very firm. Nature you see was not always fair. She had laid the rules and somebody from their clan had broken it. There was no repair. Without Ubertur the colors had lost their privilege.
As for Ubertur no one knew what became of her. Initially the colors had wondered but then had grown so angry that none cared anymore. Except Black. He had loved her the most. He often secretly wondered even to this day why she had done it. Why she had left a place where she was almost worshiped. Was she enjoying her position elsewhere? Was there a Raphael or Da Vinci giving her a new look? Only black had expanded well enough to look for her beyond this world. And he did, every single day.
Men, animals, birds and the few unlucky ones thrown in had no knowledge of what they had lost. Their memory had been erased. Ubertur was forgotten. And like Ubertur, Ezegeros was forgotten. Ever since, the colors have stayed where they've always stayed. Remembering their party every once in a while. A legend. A myth. An insignificant story.