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.
That day I was busy writing a Java program, in fact I was writing a ‘class’ (classes are small program written separately which can be used by different programs and it performs the same function on the inputs provided) to be used in the main program. While I was engulfed in the mesh of algorithm, I heard a dog barking outside. I know it was a dog bark as no one else bark like that.
Day 1 : Alphabet ‘A’
I kept staring at the white sheet of paper in front of me. Suddenly an unknown fear surrounded me.
Am I scared of that sheet of paper? How can a simple white paper scare anyone?
Is it the white page that is scary or the blankness of the page that is scary, I didn’t knew?
I too did many things, more often thing for which I never had any explanations. Or I didn’t seek any explanation. There was no need for me to be perfect all the time.