Red, yellow and white
I noticed the increase in your loveliness in red colour when you wore that red shirt and green jacket and pent around two years of age. I took you to Hakeem Sons-the photographer I trust. Its branch at Haidery was so far from Malir Cantt, and I had to drive and manage you alone in the car. I took the risk and took you to the shop so you can have portraits. Both photos were fabulous. Your cheeks appeared red while wearing red shirt. Since then I kept on buying red cloths for you.
The other colour your amma loved to see you in was yellow. You had many newborn dresses in yellow colour. But I never realized it looks so nice on you until the yellow shirt you wore on Kaku or Amina’s wedding. That was such a bright shade of yellow and it looked perfect on you. You wore it with dark blue dangree. It was my fair child balancing the dark shades. My son in that baby chick yellow shirt was looking cuter than a chick.
White is amma’s colour. It is part of my wardrobe so amma made it a part of your wardrobe also especially white pent and shorts. The last white pent was tight on waist. When you complaint, I told you that you wont wear it next season. God made me say the right thing.
The secret is that your amma loved these three colours on you. Your selfish amma moulded your dressing in a way that they remain a part of the wardrobe. You looked perfect in all three of them. I wanted you to be as lively as red colour, as calm as white and as bright as yellow. Amma is proud you showed all these qualities to me before leaving. You were the greatest source of pride to me. I am a witness that you made all the efforts to fulfil what was asked by amma. You made all those efforts under a single pressure of making her happy. I never told you but you were the reservoir of happiness for me. And a very little portion of that happiness came seeing you in red, yellow or white.