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 was watching the repeat telecast of interview of Mr. Amitabh Bachan for the movie Shamitabh. During the discussion to Mr. Arnab Goswami, he said one thing and it seriously had a big impact on my thought.
Shiela was shocked. What is he saying? She was not expecting such a statement from him. She couldn’t say anything for few moments. But, then asked “What are you saying? What I don’t understand? What’s happening here?”
I looked at nice curves of her lips. I was instantly tempted to kiss them, however, controlled myself. She was saying something, and I was hardly listening to her words. I was just concentrating on how her lips were moving when she was making different sounds.
“How can you say that”, I shouted at the top of my voice banging my hand on the table.
“Of course I can and I will” dad said, with similar anger tone.
“Don’t you realize I am in trouble? I need help. I need money to survive, to eat food” I continued yelling. I was not creative enough to show my helplessness except shouting. Sometime people are cruel enough to force you to do things that you never want to do.