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We are surrounded by many colors ranging from white the subtlest to black the boldest. There is something psychedelic about colors. Every thing around us seems to be made from these colors. When you look at different objects around you; you’ll find that these colors define these objects. We associate colors with peace, valor, simplicity, anger, hatred et al. For instance saffron color stands for power and unity, the green color tells culture and charms and white color for truth which incidentally happens to be the cherished trio of The Indian National Flag.

Red gathered all my attention towards itself. Red is associated with anger and animosity paradoxically it also stands for love and best friendship. How do we define this color red? A failed lover with a sullen face or to be more precise Devdas as is better known. Those with broken hearts will agree with either of the names but a person with sound mind who has failed to have a failed relation would disagree as for him yet this color is the color of love. I happened to meet this “Mr Red” at a brand new traffic signal in the sublime city lights standing atop at the highest rank. At first I found this sullen red scowling with the intent of humiliating me not for the reason that i had many failed relations but for the notions which i have heard about this color; in our community this color does-not enjoys a good reputation and is often associated with bad luck and anger. I tried to hide myself from this outlandish color but it made no effect on it; it kept on gazing at me with a berserked glittery smile.

I made an attempt to make friendship with this gleamy hot dude but it was in no mood to make an effort to be friendly with me. It made me pay 200 bucks for not respecting its command for a hault. Ironically its friend for life that is the one to whom i payed 200 bucks(traffic cop) seemed to be in love with Mr red. And the love was so intense that the cop had held Mr red in his mouth chewing meticulously for hours which was now driping from his mouth to his government gifted shirt’s collar tranforming it from white revolution to a red one!

Red made me a superstitious, beleiving in the age old myths and horrors about itself. I made a pledge not to gift anyone a gift wrapped in red or lest a red rose to any girl which i perceived is bound to get rejected. At the next signal again I happened to meet our dearest red with all the cautions and premonitions. But this time Mr red seemed to be more humble and humanitarian than any other color ond or even any human. A white car with an angry young lady drapped in black was cruising at a speed of not less than 70 kmph towards an innocent child who was trying hard to cross the monstrous road when our dearest red with its perfect timing made the black lady calm her(car’s) speed in seconds and not only helped the child in crossing the road but also saved him(the child) from an undeserving event.At that moment I realized that Mr red was just performing its duty and saving thousands of lives daily from the madenning speed without any intent of humiliation or anger. This mr red surely stands for love and best friendship. Can’t stop hailing red! can you?