RED
The sky outside looked like the palette of an artist experimenting with shades of blue and grey with the occasional strokes of bright orange hinting at the sunset. Inside the class, in front of me was the pastel green board embellished with the vibrant assortment of coloured chalks. A line here, a formula there, a diagram there. The room was littered with benches of the most dusty and dappled shade of brown, probably because of the numerous children doing calculations and having conversations on the tabletop in pencil to later erase away. The floor, a washed-out grey, had deformations in it, from the bottles that were dropped on the floor, from the scuff marks off the shoes of the students. The walls were painted with mellow colours, all complementing each other, giving out a feeling of peace and calm. And here they came, just about in time to ruin that peace and calm. They were wearing the most showy colours that just put too much strain on your eyes. Carrying bags matching thei...