One Monday morning .. I was walking on the roads of Kolkata to my office .. my shoe was polished with cherry black .. and it was really black . while walking I was looking at my shoes and telling myself I have the perfect black , neat shoe today and no other thing can be perfectly black ..
On my way to office there comes a square .. which was being repaired at that time ... hence one part of that road was blocked and vehicles were going on the other part .. So I decided to walk on the side which was being repaired , so that less traffic I have to face . Suddenly at that time I looked again at my shoes and found my shoe is not looking perfectly black anymore as the side on which I was walking was relayed and new black tars(pichu) was rolled over it .
My feeling of having the perfectly black colour that day was gone .. I was nomore the owner of the perfect thing ... The thing for which I felt proud was lost in no time .....