I have always loved yellow you know, it's a color of summer, the color of flowers, the colour of Simpsons, the color that screams happiness that is if you don't live in Africa, there it is the color of hot blazing, heat stroking ginormous Sun!! Although the size of the sun is similar everywhere but it has a tendency to be vindictive and heat some places and some people more than others! but thankfully i'm not one of those people, i like summers and colors and flowers and everything.
okay so the color yellow is out to get me, its not in my mind, i'm telling ya, i'm serious, as serious as Sirius Black! our lovestory started when i turned 15 and magically started loving dressing up. Don't get me wrong, for the longest time i was never fond of colors, i liked my blue tracksuit but suddenly on my 15th name day, i woke up feeling like a girl. Colors, saloons, shoes, bags everything. No matter wherever i went, the color yellow screamed at me, begging me to get it. i and Yellow actually talk as well, you know, some small spooky details!!! anyway our love affair was going strong , i didn't actually own anything yellow as if yet but then i saw it, the yellow sneakers that were screaming at me," i'm too bold, DON'T GET ME' and i got them :) so at that time, i had a teeny meeny crush on somebody as well and i wore my brand new yellow sneakers just to impress him and look sporty. i went into the park and the moment he sees me, i tumble on a toddler playing and everybody ran to save him, completely ignoring me. i cursed the child, little did i know he was my loves' brother ! so my first love ended with my yellow shoes, my ego and my love all soiled by a toddlers pamper! Then i got a yellow handbag and managed to get a dog's attention, an actual dog, not a figure of speech, anywho i ran for my life falling here and there and the dog actually caught my bag. now o got that bag because i loved its strap, that same strap was now lynching me. i started to cry and the dog actually got scared of my beautiful voice and crushingly lovely running nose and ran away WITH THE BAG. the bag had my uno and hanky as well, so i was left with a sleeve to wipe my nose clean. I'll never forget my fathers face when he saw me that day. He actually looked at me with fear in his eyes..
So i realized that yellow isn't good for me, it took my love the first time and my beauty the next time!! so i grew up loving yellow just not wearing it. And then i saw the dress , it was perfection in one word. my mother called it 
horrendous but dude, isn't this what we kids are to do, wear whatever our parents hate. anyway, i got that dress and sent a special prayer of help but nothing went right that day. First my cat went bonkers and actually slapped me, then my mother lost her marbles on corn bloody flakes, my car refused to start and i had to hitch a ride with my neighbors. Old people have that smell of perfumed powder and they reeked of it! anyway in university i got to know my classes were cancelled so i had to go back. So again, i had a teeny meeny crush on a senior, i thought he liked me too but man, his friend, the one with weird hair and the skateboard, he asked me out!! on my way back it started to rain, i am without a car, an umbrella and my clothes got soaked. i felt like i'm in the notebook but my life lacked a Gosling and of course a blue dress. i somehow managed to reach home only to fall in a pit of mud,in front of dozens of people.I lost an earing and my pride that day.
i've never wore yellow after that but im mustering up courage. i mean it only took my first love,my beauty,my second love and pride, what else is there to loose!! I mean love needs sacrifice no ;)
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