Inside A Traffic Light

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“Peh! Peh! Peh!”

“All bloo-blahs, prepare yourself for reddening! Red pools are now open for reddening!”

The alarm (and the voiceover) blared as the green bloo-blahs made their way to the red pools for the reddening.

It was a bit of a hustle-bustle, with the orange bloo-blahs criss-crossing with the red ones as they  made their way to their next station to prepare themselves for their greening which would follow shortly after. It was messy. It looked a bit like a two year old’s drawing from afar, except that the colours were moving. They have a term for it, I think they call it a glitch or something.

In its life-span, each bloo-blah would participate in a countless number of greenings, orange-ings and reddenings. Their lives involved moving from one coloured pool to the other to soak in so that their body colour changes.

The complex that they lived in was quite spacious- it had three storeys, each one having a giant circular window. The interior of each floor consisted of three coloured pools- one orange, one green and one red, each for the bloo-blahs to soak in. This complex was not very complex, unlike other bloo-blah complexes. Some of them had more than three storeys, but I can’t tell you how those ones function since I have only visited a three storey bloo-blah complex.

On the middle floor was a giant digital watch, which always had numbers counting down to zero on it in cycles of 30 seconds and 60 seconds.

A life of a bloo-blah is a life of constant and unlimited deadlines, but the bloo-blahs didn’t mind; they went about their daily routine and conversations. Their conversations mainly revolved around the colours that they had changed to, stuff like “Your colour has come along quite well!”

The countdown was about to reach zero.

“All bloo-blahs in the reddening zone, prepare for red light!”

It was absolute chaos as the bloo-blahs all made their way to the third storey, climbing up the ropes that connected the three levels.

“Red light mode is go, repeat, red light mode is go!”

And with that, all the bloo-blahs ran and jumped onto the giant circular window on the level and stuck themselves to it. The vast sea of red blocked every square millimeter of the window.

Outside of the structure, the red light of the traffic light came on, and with that, the 60 second countdown to the green light began.

I guess you can imagine the events that would transpire inside the traffic light until the next green light now.

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About Banda Mann Singh Lamba

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One Response to Inside A Traffic Light

  1. Rubina says:

    Haha what a way of looking at traffic lights ❤️️

    Like

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