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The Village of Bland

  

Just because you don’t see it,
doesn’t mean it does not exist.

  Once upon a time there was a humdrum little village named Bland. Along the main street colorless shops strewn with dull, dusty grey awning, cement slab walls and tired ash doors, undecorated the town. No one seemed to mind, it was how it had always been. Everything in the village of Bland was perfectly uninspiring, dreary and mundane…in many different shades of grey.

   One day a cheerful little chap named Indi was born. Indi was full of life and vigor and when he looked about he saw what could only be described by him as happiness. Through Indi’s little eyes, Bland was filled with flowers of pink, purple, yellow and red bursting in luscious blooms. The skies were robin egg blue, the sun was brilliant bright yellow, the birds and butterflies and dragonflies lit up the sky with shimmering zest that made Indi giggle with glee.

   Indi was thrilled with his surroundings and as he grew he would remark at the splendor, the grandeur, the magnificence of it all, but no one could see what Indi could see, because everyone else in the village of Bland was colorblind. 

   The doctors of the village got together to confer on which pharmaceuticals they should prescribe to help little Indi blend into normal, but they had no idea what to do with this unprecedented disturbance, so they quarantined him away from the other children. 

   Little Indi sat in the window of the hospital wondering what he had done wrong, as gloms of grey attired children gathered to make crazy faces, jeer and belittled him.  Indi did not mind so much, he was mesmerized by the joy of life, the regality and richness of color, the love in his heart for the vibrancy of textures and shapes that stood out in the flowers that swayed in the gentle summer breeze. His senses kept him company and the birds and butterflies and bees came to visit him because they knew he saw them as they truly were; unrepeatable masterpieces of incomparable joy.

   Over time the doctors decided to give Indi every antihilucigen in their cabinets, unable to conclude on any one drug. Piled high with medications, Indi was strictly warned that if he did not take his meds he would be back in the window.

  Day by day Indi became more dull, lifeless and bored, which caused everyone in Bland to let out a deep sigh of relief. Indi eventually lost interest in color and pretended not to see it to avoid being harassed or humiliated. 

   Many years later on a beautiful spring morning a troupe of acrobats from the neighboring village of Bellish stopped in for breakfast on their way to a performance. Bellish villagers were not generally welcome in Bland, but the economy was dry, so they were invited into a drab diner called Ho-hum which only served Ho-hum hash and toast. 

   The whole village exploded with gossip the moment the visitors arrived, making little Indi curious, so he rode his squeaky old grey bike over to Ho-hum to have a peek. The first thing he noticed was the acrobats majestic Emerald Green and Purple outfits with glimmering Golden capes that matched their sparkling Golden shoes. Never before had Indi seen such sumptuous outfits, never before had he seen people wearing colors that complimented each other, and never before had he forgotten he was not allowed to see color. Indi rushed up to the strangers to commend them on their attire, more excited than he had ever been in his life.

   The troupe of Bellish acrobats welcomed little Indi with open arms and asked his advice on adding a pink sash to their belts? Indi had long ago given up on color being a factual thing, and to find there were names describing each glorious hue thrilled him. Chatting with his new friends Indi suddenly realized there had never been anything wrong with him, and he yearned to expand his true gifts in a land where he was acknowledged as an equal instead of a misfit. 

   Indi left Bland that very day, returning every so often to teach those who were interested in color, how it could enhance their lives.

   Slowly but surely more and more children were born in the village of Bland who were able to see color and they were treated with respect and kindness, all because Little Indi had the courage to speak up and share his uniqueness after a lifetime of being shamed for simply being who he came here to be. 

…And slowly…slowly, the little village of Bland began to change.

   What unique gifts will you share to embellish the world?

©2019 Ehsida

 “I realized that my strength was being different.”

~ Betsey Johnson