Black she likes, so too all shades of blue. Black is of night and blue is of sky, he thought. Night brings you dreams and the sky is vastness and freedom, he again thought still looking at her, at her long hair, or is it curly? He is not sure; but he could see that yellowish flower adorned her hair. Yes, she likes yellow too. Yellow is the color of Sun. But Sun isn’t orange? Yellowish orange, no it is red, isn’t Sun red? He is confused. Seeing his bemusement she smiled and said: 'O dear, I’m that dream which is really real. Dreams never confuse but reality does.' But busy dreaming, he left that words unheard, left that words unheard!