For a brief period, when I was about fourteen, I liked
bright colours and attractive designs. It was the seventies. Those were the ‘hippie’
days. People used to say ‘groovy’ when they saw someone dressed colourfully.
Many people wore colourful clothes. My bicycle. School bag, File, T square etc
all had attractive colours or decorations. I had stuck shiny colourful tape on
my bicycle at several places. I had attractive stickers on my File and T
square. Most of the stickers had a flower design because those were the days of
‘Flower Power’. I bought a bright red school bag which I found attractive.
Soon afterwards, when I realised that the things I possessed were attracting attention towards me, I did not like it. I started changing. I reduced the stickers on my File and T square. I removed some of the decorations on my bicycle. I tore my bags handle and told my mother I needed a new bag. With the money she gave me I bought a new less colourful bag. I felt better, now that people were not looking at me for the things that I had.
