This is in response to the nomination by Ket at Cynical Souls. I promised him I’d get to writing posts for these and well, here I am. Ket is a warm, loving individual who knows and understands the value of the people in his life, being a priceless soul himself. Do check out his blog, it will leave you with a smile.Β 

Back when I was a school girl, a classmate wore a beautiful black dress to school on her birthday. However, our teacher pointed out that it wasn’t particularly auspicious to don black on a happy day like the day one was born on.

My teacher had good intentions – of that I have no doubt. Even back then, I was in love with everything and everyone who stood out – those enviably free souls who galumphed when all around them wanted nothing but to sit and sleep.

So it’s understandable that what I heard that day made me reflect in length about why black wasn’t loved more.

I suppose it’s a cultural thing, or perhaps it’s evolutionary.

White is something pure, innocent and auspicious. And black represents all that we tend to avoid.

While there has been quite a lot of debates about whether white and black could even be called colors (wonderful explanation here), I’d rather not speak in length of that.

Black is the absence of all color. Untainted. Unblemished. It is possibility and potential, for it has nothing of it’s own – some could say, no identity.

I remember having a discussion with a friend on the subject.

She opined that black couldn’t even be a color, it’s much like a zero.

And I thought, well, if you add zero to the end of any number, that’s how you get an infinity of numbers.

Zero may represent a vacuum in itself. But it can also represent infinity.

On a similar note, black may represent something we’d rather avoid. But is it not true too, that those things we avoid are often the very things that challenge us and push us to our limits?

After all, if something were easy, everyone would do it. Everyone would love it.

It’s probably not easy to love, or even comprehend the infinity that black represents. Infinity threatens to make us lose ourselves at the cost of knowing everything else, and we’re not exactly sure how pleasant that would be.

Regardless, there’s a growing love for black. I’m happy about that.

Now on to see all the other things that have been misunderstood or oppressed or ignored, so I can love them more.




31 thoughts on “The Beauty of Black

    1. So glad to hear that, black is such a warm and ..I don’t know. It’s just happy in its own unassuming way. πŸ™‚
      Thank YOU for the prompts. I was direly missing the Daily Prompt thing, and I don’t know HOW but I kept missing the GDG prompts as well. Can’t thank you enough. πŸ™‚

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  1. Oh, my God!
    What a happy start to a day! Thank you for this.
    I already loved black but you made me love it more. Black may be like zero, but zero too, is a number. Black may be the absence of all colours, like cold is the absense of heat but it too is felt!
    Thank you for this again, Quill πŸ˜€

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  2. First, I love the new look. πŸ˜€

    As you so expertly said, I see black as infinity. An infinite number of possibilities, an infinite number of choices. The funny thing is I personally like the color white. Maybe because my experiences have taught me to look deeper than what is visible on surface.

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    1. Oh, thank you! I’m so glad you did. πŸ˜€
      Being one of those regular readers of your blog, it’s apparent and perhaps even blatantly obvious that you see more than what’s on the surface. πŸ™‚
      White does have it’s beauty of course, no denying that. πŸ™‚ Something that’s seen as pure despite being an amalgam of all the seven colors.

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      1. Oopsie me πŸ˜„, meant I don’t like white – which is ironic – that’s my blog’s base color πŸ˜‚
        This ‘consensus’ that this color means one thing and that one means this I’ve always thought quite strange.
        I think each color means a different thing to each person.

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      2. Haha, well now I’ll never forget. πŸ˜‚
        And totally agree.
        Like, my favorite color combination for a very long time’s been black and red.
        And people always talk of red as some loud, fierce color. But it can also be quiet and gentle. Like.. um, blood?

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  3. Lovely read! Really enjoyed this!
    If you like, I was going to link to your blog for my next Sunshine Blogger Award so new readers could check it out. If you’re okay with that, would you like to be mentioned as Quill or Aaya? (I’ve found that linking a name to a blog helps humanise it easier for new readers) Which name would you prefer?

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  4. I never imagined that a colour like black could hold so much meaning. I loved the way you compared it with zero. Yes, black does seem to symbolize infinity and now that I’ve realized why, I love black even more. Such a beautiful post.
    I feel humbled to get to nominate you for the Liebster Award. It is not mandatory to accept this nomination, however, if you’d like to share more about yourself and give any advice to new bloggers, do participate. The link is given below:
    Happy Blogging!

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    1. I’m really happy that my little contribution made you love the color more. I’m so grateful for your kind words. ❀
      I'm humbled, my friend. I'd been inactive for some time, and coming back to this was quite the inspiration. I won't be able to accept sadly, given there's an earlier nomination, but I'd love to answer your questions, if that's okay. Questions are beautiful prompts. ❀ Again, thank you so much!

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