This topic is very strange to you. The most profound reason is there inside the topic. I did not like the color Violet, I'll tell you why. I always wear new clothes to the temple for the first time. Then I used to wear for other places. This is my usual habit. On one Tuesday wore a new dress. The colour of the dress is violet. I do not know an unexpected event will happen on that day. I've gone on to college. 

On the day my father was very sick. My mother said "you go to the college" "I will take care of your father". I said ok and went. My sister is a Government school teacher. We did not have the money for my father's medical expenses. My sister told me that I will arrange for the money. My dad said you all go for the work, she (my mother) will take care. We all went. Outbreaks of heart attack and died. 

We got the message of our father's death. We returned back to home. None of us did not think my father would die. My first sister got married and lived in Bangalore. My sister was 8 months pregnant when my father died. Before my father died that week he had called to my sister and said "I'll pick you up next week". She was in the hopes. But she only got the bad news of my father's death. We are all very shocked. Even after so many years, but we cannot forget the incident.

In particular, I cannot digest my father's death. In our house I am the last daughter. So my father loved me a lot. I love my father a lot. I ran into a depression. Violet Color dress I was wearing that day. After the incident I hated the Violet dress color. After that I did not buy the violet dress color. You might think, there is no relation between the colour of the dress and the incident. But my heart did not accept it. He died when I was wearing the violet dress. I suffered by the centiment. After that, I have a fear of that violet colour. I will remember my father's death when I see the colour. I do not like the colour after that incident. This is the reason I've never liked the color.

Today in the morning I saw a woman wearing a violet dress. Plunged in grief for my old memories back. I share these memories with you. When grief is shared it will reduced as half. It will give a peace of mind. Thank you for reading my sorrow.


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