BENEATH THE PURPLE ROOF

The colour purple always had a magical aura about it.  It is not one of those primary colours that define itself as “peace” like blue or white do, nor does it spell “danger”or “passion,” as red does. It is far removed from the sophisticated associations with black or the sunny symbolism that lies in all shades of yellow.

When we are looking for something unique and mysterious, something classy and different, something indefinable, we think of the many shades of purple! Purple is “cool” – no wonder the kings of yore adopted this one colour as the “royal” one.

When I first came to Hopetown I often wondered why the “Accy” had a purple roof! It should have been red, I thought, or may be even white – Hopetown colours, I thought. Until I figured out the deep and beautiful mystery of why it was purple. There is no “logical” reason for it. Just as there is no logic to magic or mystery. It is just a state of being. And, of course, it is unique!

After all, it is beneath the purple roof that the Hopetavian grows.  It is beneath the purple roof that sparrows chirp during assembly, crying out loud and declaring that a new and beautiful day has dawned. It is in the rafters of the purple roof that the owl sits, wise and still observing the proceedings of a madly hectic day of creation, thought, love and friendship. The roof resounds with music, laughter and profound thoughts and protects the myriad celebrations of art.  It is beneath the purple roof that the mystery of growing up, learning and exploring one’s uniqueness happens!

Though the roof clashes madly in my mind’s eye with the red- bricked walls and green windows, I wouldn’t trade it for any other colour in the world. Because for me it defines how unique, individualistic, creative, magical and “cool” my girls are!