"The same white ..? You dont have coloursense",she muttered.
This I expected.Everytime when i bought a new shirt she says so.
She doest know my facination to 'WHITE'.
"You dont know the fashion.....You dont know new trends.....You dont know
anything....
Was there no other colour, only white..?"
I know justification wont work with her still i tried to justify myself.
"It was quite unexpected when I'm coming back saw the shirt displayed in a shop.
I was very much attracted by it.so I baught it".
But thats not enough to console her.She has herown point of view on
everything, but my concept is different.
I dont know when I started to love white.I remember,in childhood my father was in clean white
dress with a serious face.He used to bring white colour dress to us. My brother wanted
different coloured dress.But i hadnt got any complaint.Fathers bald head , smiling face, lovely
touch,everything i get when I see white.
Am I following my father....?? I dont know.But today I am much satisfied.,inspite of my wifes dark face I got a new white shirt.
"Are you not sleeping today...????" she cried.
Its warning to off the light.I know it is better to switch off the light. I lay in the bed dreaming of my new "WHITE SHIRT"
I dont know wheather we can call this a story .Anyway this story i wrote as a part of a training programme at RIE Bangalore.My respected Hitesh sir told us to prepare a story about "a white shirt".I got inspiration from him and created it.forgive me if there any mistakes.
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