Utopia

9 November, 2015 Dear Diary, Today I’ll share with you a strange string of experiences that led me to discover a friend and an idol. Perhaps the experiences were not new but I had never before given them much thought. Today at school, the art teacher asked us to make a colourful scenery. I drew a landscape with flowers, trees, a river, mountains and a hut. Then I took out my crayons and started using each of them one by one. I wanted all my flowers to be of different colours. My teacher smiled at me when she crossed my seat and saw me using each colour at a time. However, the next time she crossed me, she stopped at my desk. “Why are you using the black crayon in the flower?” she asked. “Ma’am, you had asked us to make a colourful scenery. Therefore I am using all colours.” My teacher took the black crayon from my hand and placed it back into the box. She announced in the class that black colour will only be used to outline the elements and will not be used elsewhere. That