I'm getting a little woozy woozy. Instead of the usual blue. Perhaps is the sudden fact or fate that bestowed me, that I am indeed really leaving soon. It felt like being slapped straight in the face, to wake me up. Only, I was awake. And the smack hurts. Big one. (With an enormous red colour hand print lying beautifully and proudly across my face.)
By the way, I hardly dressed in blue colour. But I guess, its just a word resemblance. My usual choice of black colour tops simple speaks out my melancholy. Loudly.