@Takshi
Colour of greed Once I went on an educational tour from our varsity to Cox's Bazar. As I was leaving, I asked my mother-in-law, "What can I bring for you, mother?" He wanted nothing. I insisted and said, "There are beautiful shoes there, Mom. You'll like them. Shoes of many colors. Shall I bring a pair? He agreed. And he asked me to bring a pair of red shoes with heels. But what about the shoes?" He insisted that it was "red shoes." His daughters laughed at his weakness for red, but I brought him a pair of beautiful red shoes. No one has ever written a word like the happy look on his face when he got those shoes. Couldn't. That year, when I was going to my father-in-law's house, my father gave me a sari to celebrate Eid. Light purple color. Every year on Eid, Amma gets many sari gifts. Eid-ul-Fitr was no exception. I noticed that my mother was wearing the purple sari given to me by my father after returning for a week. When asked to wear the other ones, he would say, "White is not good, throw it away later in the morning". I had a dark blue sari. I went to Seba's father's house and wore a sari. My mother suddenly said, "Wow, your sari is very beautiful. I had a hobby of a sharp blue sari. I have never been told about your father. I am still greedy for the dress I am wearing. A few days ago, we three sisters took three green colored saris to look the same. I took that blue sari for my mother. My mother never wore that saree. Instead, he said, "Are you crazy? At this age, I will wear a tight collar? What will people say? I will come back with it." . My mother-in-law is over eighty-five years old. And my mother is fifty. My mother-in-law wants something colorful. You can ask because he has learned to wander like a child now that he is in his eighties, keeping in his chest the regret of not fulfilling his mother's wish since he was over forty. My mother and maybe one day when she was eighty-five, she would suddenly say to one of us, "Bring me a bright blue sari, white is not good to me." I am very sorry. We do not see the inside of man. Or don't want to see. If our mother, father-in-law, father, father-in-law, grandmother, grandmother or anyone goes to buy something for them when they are a little older, I say old people will wear it and show it in a little white. Or if you want to buy for the bio-groups, the shopkeeper brings all the light colors of the shop in front of him. If I ask them to show me something colorful, everyone will look as if they don't have to wear anything colorful as they get older. Being their age means removing all colors from life and dipping them in white! But why? Why don't we think that a person becomes very lonely as he gets older. It is difficult to find people who have not been pushed by life. As you get older, the list goes on and on. After so many things, their life is just black and white. On top of that if we draw their boundaries even in clothing or decorations aren’t we a little more selfish? Why do we tie the age in color? Age is just a matter of time, the mind cannot be stopped in time. Please don't give that color of time a little color. One day we and old age will come, one day we too will be annoyed to see white and say "white is not good, throw it away later".
