For months the eyes had been
accustomed to see vibrant colours on the walls of the palatial buildings, on
the colossal hoardings, on the cinema screen, on the expensive outfits of many
contemporary fashionable human beings. All were vibrant but artificial. Those
colours only glared the eyes and were only skin deep.
But that day I saw a small house
which was hidden in green foliage and the plant was laden with hundreds of red
flowers. The flowers were all giggling ………The natural colours were not only a
feast to the physical eyes but also a comfort to the soul. In the midst of a mechanized
society when the concrete jungles grow by leaps and bounds, the flowers dared
to smile. And a biker like me stopped for a while and renewed his faint belief
that the world is still beautiful with natural colours.
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