A long travel later, it landed on our doorstep last month. We ripped it open, scooped out the brand new record player from within it, and lay the box down near the shoe rack. It remained there for a long time, with sheets of bubble wraps that no one popped.
Until one day, we hoisted it up from where it was. Cleaned it off the labels and stickers. And painted it dark blue like a star-less night sky. Then we created a mesh using colors – blue, green, golden and red. Let them merge, drip and rebel out of the cardboard boundaries.
After a night’s time of mingling with each other, the viscous colors had settled into a wild pattern. Like lava when cooled down. Like relationships after a fight.
What was scarily close to being binned, now stands tall with dignity next to its pal, the record player, from which a young Barbra Streisand, in a violet tutu and a high bun, sings, and quite aptly so, ‘I’d rather be blue over you’.