Play of Colours!

As my next semester begins the next week,I decided to get a new bag.A new semester is similar to a new year at school,besides I've been using the same bag for the past two years.So off I went to the town to buy a new bag.I always take Amma with me,I don't think very high of my aesthetic senses.Also if I buy something by myself,Amma is sure to find some fault with it.So,taking her along is the safer and better option.
We screened through a lot of bags.The final match was between two bags,a blue one and the name of the other color,I don't know,but all I can tell is it pleased my senses.I looked at the price tag,the one with the 'nameless colour' was costlier.This seemed to enhance the beauty and poise of the second bag,the blue one seemed less appealing.
"I'll take this one.The blue one seems a bit grotesque.Besides this one has a bigger side pocket and the material also seems to be stronger.This will last long".I spoke like a veteran who had handled a lot of 'materials' to make out the difference.Anyway,my argument seemed to convince Amma.
We took the bag to the bill counter.As we were standing in the queue,Amma asked "Wait,don't you think the colour is a bit different now?".Here,my eyes cheated me.I couldn't make out any difference."You must be imagining,Amma.".I shrugged off the question.
A happy Natasha landed home and proudly displayed everything before papa.As I took the bag out I could definitely make out a difference.The pleasing colour has transformed into something bland and dull.I couldn't believe my eyes.I looked at the bag at different angles hoping it would miraculously revert to the old colour.Alas!It stubbornly maintained the new colour,which I can easily describe.It is almost similar to the colour of cow dung,at least that is what I'm reminded of each time I look at it.My heart sank into a sea of disappointment.
The only option left for me is to sit and curse Murphy for actively carrying out his job even during Pooja holidays.
I can't change the bag now,I have already removed the price tag.(Murphy always does his job in perfection,leaving no loop holes to escape).I may have to take my old bag,I can't bear to carry something that has the colour of cow dung on my back.But,I have no excuse to tell Amma.She has always been complaining of me always buying things and never using them.Using the old bag will give a boost to her rantings.
Even now,when I go to my room,I pass a quick glance at the bag,hoping for a sudden magical change.But the more I look at it,the more faults I seem to find.Now,I feel the bag lacks symmetry,it seems to be less broad and too long and the colour is more bland than ever before. Bruised heart,a bad way of starting a new semester.Sigh!!
Hail!Murphy.