Purple day

Overcast morning. The kind of morning you want to spend in bed. The kind of morning that should develop into a day of eating pakodas and drinking chai. Not the kind of morning you want to go to office in.
A slightly depressing morning.

My five year old joined me in the kitchen. Toothpaste in his breath, sleep in his eyes. “Mamma look. Today is a Purple Day,” he said excitedly.

I looked out. Everything did look Purple. A cheery shade of purple.

It was a Purple Day. A very Purple Day. It was going to be a wonderful day.

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