* I work with SEN young adults. Ofcourse, it's a fictional story affected by true events.

They are orange, yellow, orangish-yellow, yellowish-green, pale green, bright green, dark green and green. Krish loved all of them. He didn’t like brown, though. He didn’t like brown shaded leaves. He would not even climb trees because  the trunk was brown. His friends would tease him when climbing to get those fresh, raw, green mangoes. ‘’Darn!’’ He would say often with disappointment. He loved this word, ‘Darn!’. It would make him feel grown-up. Dad  says it so often. Being grown-up meant, he can ride his bike on the pavement, cross that busy street to buy his favourite pistachio ice-cream. They often put almonds in it, but once with that yell and throwing the ice-cream on the cashier’s face, the shop keeper made sure and instructed everyone to not to put almonds in the pistachio. That time he was with Dad and Dad said, ‘I can’t take you anywhere. You throw embarrassing tantrums!’. So now the ice-creams are delivered home. But it is not that much fun. It is so much fun to eat in the ice-cream shop. ‘Life is not fair’, he knew how to say this statement without losing any breath. Mom says this so often like when she’s cooking, washing up, making pancakes, roasting, and when Dad is not helping and when she has to clean the poo many times in a day. This is why he doesn’t like the colour brown. It reminds him of ‘poo’. And poo is smelly and gooey.