Shades of Purple

So around three years ago, a year before I left for college, a house on the street that ran parallel to the one I live on was painted. It was pianted a bright shade of purple. And believe it or not, every time I pass that crazily purple house, I see someone dressed in purple. A man in a mauve shirt, a lady hurrying in her deep purple silk saree, a girl in her pretty lilac frock. Every single time, without fail. I'm no believer in the super natural or inexplicable forces. But in probability and the endless possibility of probabilities, well, the house has taught me a few lessons. The probability of me seeing someone dressed in purple while I pass the purple house has thus far been 1, and I use that road plenty much, it being the main road. And then the other day, as my searching eyes tried to spot the purple clad reminder of endless possibilites and failed, I grew despondent. It was only after I reached the end of the road that I realised that I was wearing a lavender shirt. Eerie, beautiful, quirky, I love my little connection with the purple house. It reminds me that even the seemingly impossible isn't really so. The seemingly warped needn't be so. And it's little things like this that make magic!