My room, which had remained unchanged for many years. Perhaps when I was 13, I began to detest colours. Flowers, colours, and vibrant things weren't meant for me. 17 years ago, an accident forced me to develop a hatred for colours. I can never forget that incident.
"How do I look? Is this dress nice?" Mom was very happy. Exceedingly so. Today was the day to go to the airport to pick up Dad. He was returning from Africa after six long months. He had gone there to install a power plant. Mom was all set to welcome him back with a surprise. Perhaps she didn't know what unfortunate event awaited her.
She was personally selecting fresh orchids and tulips from the garden. "Your dad likes these. You know how much I love colourful things."
Seeing Mom so delighted, even the servants were happy. B
