Colors of my life

My earliest days spent in the cozy world of my parents were bright yellow. I remember bright yellow sunshine of my life making me into a soul with sunny spirits. I was blessed with all that I could want in my life. It was light and bright. I remember myself as a plump girl with an easy sense of humor. I used to bask in the glorious yellow sun of my parents love and care. But that was my childhood days.
When adolescent years knocked on my door, it was like opening Pandora's Box, along with the charm of an early grown up life came the green color of my life. If viewed from seasonal point of view, I had entered the spring season of my life, where everything turns green. Indeed my world was filled with greenery but not the kind one finds in spring. I realized that I had become a green-eyed monster then. Jealousy filled me to the brim. I envied people whose parents came to meet them in the hostel while mine own parents were busy building their own respective homes. I envied those in love because I lost the people I loved the most.
Early adulthood was a different story altogether; maturity seeped in and I realized the futility of being green but a new color had emerged in my world-BLUE. I saw people in twos, in the moonlit nights, promising love to each other. I felt blue for I did not have anybody doing that to me. I would brood over this fact many a times and feel blue all over again.
But times have changed now, old and gray I don't measure world by what others have. My gray hair suits my gray world but no such worldly affections touch my soul. I stay locked up in my gray room locked in comfortably by the gray walls, I pray to God and ask for forgiveness for all thoughts I thought in my youthful wrath and silently wait for death to knock me hard.