It was just a thought, definitely not a colored one. Do thoughts really have colors? Does anyone really care about the colors of thought? For me, colors of the thoughts hardly mattered, as long as they are just thoughts with no shades of reality.
I got up in the bus from the front side. (in my place, you can get up in the bus from either door – front or back). There was a seat uniquely placed in the front; it was facing all the other seats in the bus. I took that seat, now I could see everyone inside the bus.