The black cloth

Back,in my ripe teens I was in the city of mysore.
a daydreamer to do his P.U.C
StPhilos was a college that was colourful
there was a need for a so called love
sleeveless,skirts ,jeans ,salwars,sadis
there were all ,even black
I fancied many
but I was denied any.
finally my eyes stuck on one
and it remained there for the whole year.
she was clad mostly in pink
though she belonged to a group who wore black
days passed by she never looked in my direction
alas it was time to leave
she never spoke and I was still alone
now, I realise I made a big mistake
that I was wearing the "black cloth".