Colours galore

The monsoons r here with their baskets of colurs and misty showers. What do you think when you see a particular colour? Me, I conjure up a thousand things. Yellow for the mustard fields glowing in the sun. Green for the trees that come alive and blades of grass that appear from nowhwere. Blue is the sky, the limitless, free, boundless blanket. Black is the night, dark, adventurous, romantic. White is the gushing water of Bhedaghat, powerful yet calm. Silver r the stars that signal the sun goodbye. Red is the sun itself, sending streaks of orange through the sea-water. Oh, is there any limit to these ideas? I hope not. Free is my mind, my world, and free it shall be..