Whispers of Colour

 SAL ROOM - I have a special ring that I wear almost every day, but only recently did I begin to notice its mysterious quality. At first glance, it looks like a simple piece of jewelry—elegant and understated. But what sets it apart is the stone in its center. This stone, smooth and slightly rounded, has the unique ability to change colour depending on the environment. Over time, I observed that it can turn red, green, and occasionally even purple. The changes happen subtly, often catching me by surprise when I least expect it.

The red hue appears most often when I’m feeling warm or in direct sunlight. It glows gently, almost as if the stone is absorbing the heat or energy around me. In cooler or shaded places, the stone shifts into a calming green—serene and earthy, like it’s connected to nature. But the most fascinating is the rare appearance of purple. It’s deep and mystical, surfacing during moments that feel emotionally charged or unusually still. I’ve only seen this colour a few times, and each time it has left me quietly intrigued.

I never gave the ring much thought when I first received it, but its colour-changing nature makes it feel almost alive—responding silently to its surroundings and perhaps even to my emotions. Now, I look at it differently. It’s more than an accessory; it’s a quiet companion, reflecting the invisible shifts in my environment and, maybe, in me.

Upon my hand, a ring I wear,

Its quiet magic unaware,

Until one day, I stopped to see

The colours it revealed to me.

At first, it burned a ruby red,

As sunlight warmed the skies ahead,

A fiery hue that danced with light,

A pulse of heat, a flame in flight.

Then in the shade, a gentle green,

Like forest leaves or fields serene,

It softened into nature’s breath,

A calm escape from sun and sweat.

But rarest still, the purple came,

A secret shade with no clear name,

It glowed in moments still and deep,

Like dreams that wander out of sleep.

This ring, it seems, can sense the air,

The mood I’m in, the clothes I wear,

The warmth, the cold, the pulse of time—

It mirrors more than just design.

I used to think it just looked nice,

A simple band, a modest price,

But now I see a friend in stone,

That shifts its hues when I’m alone.

So let it change, let colours flow,

Through red and green and purple glow,

A quiet ring, with soul unseen,

A story told in shifting sheen.