Another post ;)

Two posts in a day!!! wow that must be a miracle. Anyways, this was something which I wrote yesterday and could not publish coz the blogger was down. I felt that it must be sort of an omen, that I was not supposed to write ;) Anyways here it is

I have always had a very fertile imagination. As I read a story, I would conjure up images of the characters, of the places. As I hear somebody speak about something I would attribute faces to the people in question (although I didnot necessarily know them).But when people talk about the past I somehow always end up imagining things in B&W (black and white). I can never imagine the past in color. Their clothes are in various shades of gray, the places are dark and dull.Is it strange? I do not know. I have never bothered finding out.Perhaps it is because Iam used to seeing the photos from the good old days in black and white.Perhaps it is the effect of a lot of old B&W movies. Well the point is that although there is always a face for a person in my mind, there is no color in the past.

Hmm I donot know whether that was mindblowing or complete trash. But thought would just share it with ya all.